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 Estonia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fania All-Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Aswad,
Eve St. Jones,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
Anakelly,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Curtis Mayfield,
Saccharine Trust,
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Interpol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Qualms,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultravox,
Nico,
Andrew Hill,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
AZ,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Yusef Lateef,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Birthday Party,
Henry Cow,
E-Dancer,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smiths,
Iggy Pop,
Das Ding,
Sexual Harrassment,
Neu!,
Nick Fraelich,
Deakin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.