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 Angola and from Philadelphia.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Radio Birdman,
Mars,
Talk Talk,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Supertramp,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
CMW,
The Seeds,
Don Cherry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonic Youth,
Black Sheep,
Johnny Clarke,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
AZ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fall,
Todd Rundgren,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Peter & Gordon,
Toni Rubio,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
Ituana,
Organ,
Sister Nancy,
Section 25,
Yazoo,
Tres Demented,
Dorothy Ashby,
Can,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Dark Day,
Roxette,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Skaos,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Camberwell Now,
Sandy B,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.