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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Bremen.
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 Lou Reed 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Average White Band,
Blake Baxter,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crime,
Interpol,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Lungfish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pierre Henry,
Josef K,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Sixth Finger,
H. Thieme,
The Shadows of Knight,
Deepchord,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Holt,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marine Girls,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Excepter,
Hoover,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
UT,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
The Golliwogs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Dorothy Ashby,
Traffic Nightmare,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Essential Logic,
The Toasters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hashim,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Beau Brummels,
ABBA,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.