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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 chamberlin 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 Scientists to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
Circle Jerks,
Marvin Gaye,
Parry Music,
Joey Negro,
Morten Harket,
X-102,
Soulsonic Force,
Hoover,
The Martian,
Sight & Sound,
Eric B and Rakim,
Spoonie Gee,
Iggy Pop,
The Gories,
Altered Images,
Saccharine Trust,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Kenny Larkin,
Ponytail,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Byrd,
Lindisfarne,
ABBA,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amon Düül,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
Derrick May,
Youth Brigade,
Deadbeat,
Rotary Connection,
Robert Görl,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
The Skatalites,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
Sex Pistols,
Pere Ubu,
Lungfish,
Scrapy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Quadrant,
Flipper,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.