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 Brunei and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Qualms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Moebius,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Sarah Menescal,
Brass Construction,
Tommy Roe,
Faust,
The Wake,
The Searchers,
Skaos,
The Pop Group,
F. McDonald,
Ludus,
Yusef Lateef,
Eurythmics,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warsaw,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Walker Brothers,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Flipper,
Bootsy Collins,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Radio Birdman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Heaven 17,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Gang of Four,
Dennis Brown,
Harry Pussy,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Velvet Underground,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lindisfarne,
Boredoms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
In Retrospect,
Morten Harket,
The Blackbyrds,
48th St. Collective,
Peter and Kerry,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
The Gun Club,
Stockholm Monsters,
Qualms,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sunsets and Hearts,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.