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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Outsiders 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Toni Rubio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
Mars,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
Nils Olav,
Motorama,
Fatback Band,
Robert Görl,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
F. McDonald,
The Victims,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
cv313,
John Cale,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
T.S.O.L.,
Howard Jones,
Shuggie Otis,
Wire,
Rites of Spring,
Gang Gang Dance,
Minutemen,
Kurtis Blow,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Rakim,
Soul II Soul,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Young Rascals,
Wally Richardson,
Soulsonic Force,
Sonic Youth,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pylon,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
The Zeros,
Fear,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.