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 Mauritius and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the techno 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Niagra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Motorama,
ABBA,
DNA,
kango's stein massive,
Peter and Kerry,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Funkadelic,
Deakin,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rites of Spring,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
Adolescents,
Lalann,
Warsaw,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Ornette Coleman,
In Retrospect,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Franke,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Japan,
Terry Callier,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.