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 Solomon Islands and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Marc Almond tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
Visage,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
H. Thieme,
Heaven 17,
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Mr. Review,
ABBA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
PIL,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Isaac Hayes,
Cybotron,
Monolake,
Aaron Thompson,
Mantronix,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
Negative Approach,
Ituana,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minor Threat,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
These Immortal Souls,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.