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 Slovenia and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
Cecil Taylor,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
China Crisis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Toni Rubio,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Loose Ends,
Zapp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Clarke,
Sonic Youth,
MDC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Divine Comedy,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Surgeon,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Suicide,
Fela Kuti,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Jawbox,
Los Fastidios,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skarface,
Josef K,
Kevin Saunderson,
Chris & Cosey,
Public Image Ltd.,
T. Rex,
Icehouse,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gong,
Reagan Youth,
The Seeds,
The Evens,
Average White Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Schoolly D,
Delon & Dalcan,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.