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 Dominican Republic and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Dual Sessions to the rock 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tommy Roe,
Tres Demented,
H. Thieme,
Faraquet,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
The Gun Club,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
Joyce Sims,
Carl Craig,
Nik Kershaw,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
Sugar Minott,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bob Dylan,
Marc Almond,
X-102,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mad Mike,
Wire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Faust,
Skriet,
Roger Hodgson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
Bill Wells,
Graham Central Station,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Warren Ellis,
Underground Resistance,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Boredoms,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sixth Finger,
Monks,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.