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 Afghanistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Country Teasers to the techno 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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Dead Boys,
DNA,
Marc Almond,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Zero Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
David Bowie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sun Ra,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
the Slits,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Talk Talk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
Fear,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Charles Mingus,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Agitation Free,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Easy Going,
Suburban Knight,
Cybotron,
John Foxx,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Massinfluence,
Erasure,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Altered Images,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.