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 Belarus and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 808 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Traffic Nightmare,
Ponytail,
Rosa Yemen,
The Young Rascals,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Kerrie Biddell,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Juan Atkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Newcleus,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
the Swans,
Isaac Hayes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
Jeff Mills,
The Star Department,
FM Einheit,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
The Birthday Party,
Alphaville,
Metal Thangz,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Skriet,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doobie Brothers,
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Pus,
Heaven 17,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nation of Ulysses,
Johnny Clarke,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
The Motions,
Lou Reed,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.