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 Sierra Leone and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Marine Girls to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ken Boothe,
The Toasters,
Schoolly D,
T.S.O.L.,
The Vogues,
Pole,
The Victims,
CMW,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ohio Players,
Circle Jerks,
The Neon Judgement,
Goldenarms,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aloha Tigers,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marcia Griffiths,
Infiniti,
Cameo,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
Supertramp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
The Cramps,
Kurtis Blow,
Bauhaus,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Aswad,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
B.T. Express,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Shadows of Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Crime,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.