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 Niger and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the theremin 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 Brass Construction to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Easy Going,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Fire Engines,
the Normal,
Bob Dylan,
B.T. Express,
Wings,
Suicide,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Franke,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arthur Verocai,
Soul Sonic Force,
Outsiders,
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rosa Yemen,
Japan,
Al Stewart,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
The Alarm Clocks,
Procol Harum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Prince Buster,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Radiopuhelimet,
Suburban Knight,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joey Negro,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pole,
the Sonics,
The Sound,
Trumans Water,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
The Leaves,
Nas,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.