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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Hashim,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Skaos,
R.M.O.,
Brothers Johnson,
Babytalk,
Michelle Simonal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
The Black Dice,
Basic Channel,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Barry Ungar,
Rotary Connection,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Anakelly,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
John Lydon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wally Richardson,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
The Gap Band,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
The Fire Engines,
Agitation Free,
the Normal,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Womack,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.