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 Barbados and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Minutemen to the grime 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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Victims,
the Sonics,
Crime,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
The Move,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Guru Guru,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
New Order,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Carl Craig,
The United States of America,
Matthew Halsall,
Morten Harket,
OOIOO,
Shoche,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Infiniti,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Altered Images,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
One Last Wish,
Chrome,
Lou Reed,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Ronnie Foster,
The Birthday Party,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Pole,
Tim Buckley,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Hasil Adkins,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lindisfarne,
A Certain Ratio,
Sarah Menescal,
The Misunderstood,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.