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 Gambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Idris Muhammad to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Rapeman,
Japan,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
Darondo,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Remains,
Zapp,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Byron Stingily,
Tommy Roe,
Grauzone,
Sun Ra,
Das Ding,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
ABBA,
The Cowsills,
Eric Dolphy,
John Cale,
Eve St. Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Hoover,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Spandau Ballet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Electric Prunes,
Blancmange,
La Düsseldorf,
Skriet,
Bobby Womack,
Fatback Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cameo,
Soulsonic Force,
Los Fastidios,
The Barracudas,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
The Black Dice,
Josef K,
The Happenings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.