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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the 808 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 Associates to the funk 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bang On A Can,
Heaven 17,
Royal Trux,
Roxy Music,
The Buckinghams,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
The Dirtbombs,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Inner City,
Rakim,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Joe Finger,
The Vogues,
Outsiders,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nirvana,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Prince Buster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
Depeche Mode,
The Cowsills,
X-102,
Yaz,
the Swans,
Bobby Byrd,
B.T. Express,
Dave Gahan,
Boredoms,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
T.S.O.L.,
Grey Daturas,
the Slits,
The Motions,
New York Dolls,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Procol Harum,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.