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 Burkina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reagan Youth,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Nirvana,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Modern Lovers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Suicide,
Simply Red,
Moby Grape,
Bobby Byrd,
Surgeon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Franke,
Bush Tetras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Sonics,
Robert Hood,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Standells,
Gong,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Nation of Ulysses,
Davy DMX,
Heaven 17,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Icehouse,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Angels of Light,
Dead Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Little Man,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Scrapy,
John Lydon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Real Kids,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.