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 Finland and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 Peter & Gordon to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Panda Bear,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Chris & Cosey,
Jeff Mills,
Big Daddy Kane,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
the Germs,
The Names,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Rakim,
KRS-One,
The American Breed,
The Remains,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Television Personalities,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aswad,
Dead Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Don Cherry,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Star Department,
The Invisible,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oblivians,
The Count Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Danielle Patucci,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Alarm Clocks,
Brand Nubian,
The Moleskins,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Buzzcocks,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.