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 Thailand and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 güiro 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 The Smiths to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Trumans Water,
Anthony Braxton,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
The Fugs,
MC5,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Terry Callier,
World's Most,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aswad,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Jawbox,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeff Mills,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Blackbyrds,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Archie Shepp,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Altered Images,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Lalann,
Fluxion,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Maurizio,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Wings,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Ken Boothe,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marvin Gaye,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Ohio Players,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Gabor Szabo,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.