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 Djibouti and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Foxx 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bang On A Can,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Main Source,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fuzztones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brick,
a-ha,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Television Personalities,
Minny Pops,
The Offenders,
The Dirtbombs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Toasters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mars,
The Real Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gories,
Cheater Slicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pagans,
Johnny Osbourne,
David McCallum,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
cv313,
Ice-T,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cramps,
CMW,
Man Parrish,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Adolescents,
Talk Talk,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Nation of Ulysses,
DJ Style,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Groovy Waters,
AZ,
Slick Rick,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.