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 Congo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
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 snare 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
Harry Pussy,
John Coltrane,
Sarah Menescal,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Bar-Kays,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül II,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Agent Orange,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Al Stewart,
The Toasters,
Thee Headcoats,
Bauhaus,
Robert Hood,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
ABBA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Danielle Patucci,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mojo Men,
Half Japanese,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Schoolly D,
Rapeman,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marvin Gaye,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Music Machine,
Moss Icon,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.