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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 New Age Steppers to the disco 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti 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?
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
DJ Style,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
The Last Poets,
June of 44,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
the Normal,
Moss Icon,
Barbara Tucker,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arab on Radar,
Arcadia,
Japan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Popol Vuh,
Ultravox,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Stiv Bators,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fuzztones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joe Smooth,
The Young Rascals,
Flipper,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Smog,
Fad Gadget,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hoover,
Warren Ellis,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.