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 Belize and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Slits,
Judy Mowatt,
The Fortunes,
Infiniti,
The Gap Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
The New Christs,
The Last Poets,
Television,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tres Demented,
Lucky Dragons,
The Neon Judgement,
Suicide,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cameo,
kango's stein massive,
H. Thieme,
Intrusion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Loose Ends,
Saccharine Trust,
Don Cherry,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
Pantytec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
DNA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fugs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Germs,
The Monochrome Set,
the Soft Cell,
Erykah Badu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suburban Knight,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Eden Ahbez,
Ponytail,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.