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 Singapore and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Inner City to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nick Fraelich,
Sarah Menescal,
The Durutti Column,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Reuben Wilson,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Parry Music,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
FM Einheit,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
cv313,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Josef K,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Roxy Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Cramps,
The Names,
Massinfluence,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mojo Men,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Pantytec,
Popol Vuh,
Intrusion,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
The Music Machine,
Scientists,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish,
Pierre Henry,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.