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 Brazil and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 synthesizer 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 Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Alison Limerick,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stiv Bators,
10cc,
The Remains,
KRS-One,
Susan Cadogan,
Goldenarms,
Chris & Cosey,
Marine Girls,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Chris Corsano,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Black Flag,
Cal Tjader,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eric Copeland,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Move,
Graham Central Station,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pussy Galore,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
The Martian,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Stockholm Monsters,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Aloha Tigers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Slave,
Funkadelic,
Scratch Acid,
Sugar Minott,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.