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 St Lucia and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moss Icon to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
June Days,
Jeff Lynne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Clarke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker,
D'Angelo,
Youth Brigade,
Aloha Tigers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Fugazi,
Scan 7,
Bauhaus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sixth Finger,
Matthew Bourne,
Archie Shepp,
X-101,
Boredoms,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
The Doors,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Pagans,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves,
Godley & Creme,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
The Happenings,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Little Man,
E-Dancer,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Oblivians,
Vladislav Delay,
Barclay James Harvest,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fort Wilson Riot,
kango's stein massive,
Rapeman,
Robert Görl,
Pere Ubu,
KRS-One,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sam Rivers,
Steve Hackett,
The Mojo Men,
Junior Murvin,
The Gun Club,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Arthur Verocai,
Grey Daturas,
Bronski Beat,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Saints,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.