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 Dominican Republic and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the punk 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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
The Young Rascals,
The Toasters,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Hill,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Standells,
The Cure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Finger,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Colin Newman,
Roxy Music,
Scan 7,
L. Decosne,
Intrusion,
Nick Fraelich,
Index,
Outsiders,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
AZ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Pretty Things,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Yellowson,
Deepchord,
Gastr Del Sol,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Model 500,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wally Richardson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang of Four,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
The Names,
The Move,
The Happenings,
The Beau Brummels,
The Angels of Light,
Pantaleimon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nik Kershaw,
Cymande,
Flash Fearless,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.