Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Aloha Tigers to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Make Up,
Schoolly D,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Shoche,
L. Decosne,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Toni Rubio,
Lakeside,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fuzztones,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
New Order,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
Fear,
The Blues Magoos,
Eddi Front,
Skriet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
The Kinks,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Panda Bear,
Prince Buster,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Angels of Light,
Graham Central Station,
Gang Starr,
Bad Manners,
Skaos,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Smog,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Durutti Column,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Dead Boys,
Charles Mingus,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.