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 Estonia and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manila.
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 snare 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 Gang of Four to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Sherman,
Blake Baxter,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Don Cherry,
Angry Samoans,
Flipper,
Black Flag,
Maurizio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
DJ Sneak,
Kurtis Blow,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Finger,
Joensuu 1685,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sam Rivers,
Nico,
Pylon,
The Smoke,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris Corsano,
Crispian St. Peters,
Letta Mbulu,
Pierre Henry,
Sugar Minott,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
R.M.O.,
Negative Approach,
The Trojans,
Man Parrish,
Bang On A Can,
Joy Division,
Stereo Dub,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
David Axelrod,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Henry Cow,
Pulsallama,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.