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 Sweden and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 synthesizer 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 The Remains to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Kurtis Blow,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
Fad Gadget,
World's Most,
Darondo,
Suicide,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pere Ubu,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
John Lydon,
Alton Ellis,
Jawbox,
Banda Bassotti,
Whodini,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Henry Cow,
Fat Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Sister Nancy,
Joe Smooth,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
Soft Cell,
FM Einheit,
Crime,
Ronan,
Fear,
Cymande,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Bowie,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Archie Shepp,
Oneida,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.