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 Cambodia and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Theoretical Girls,
X-101,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed,
Gang Green,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
John Holt,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tubeway Army,
T. Rex,
Jacob Miller,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Barracudas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Half Japanese,
the Normal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hashim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Litter,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Don Cherry,
Dawn Penn,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Flamin' Groovies,
Ronan,
The Monochrome Set,
Lou Christie,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roy Ayers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Zapp,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.