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 Malawi 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Wings to the techno 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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
The Toasters,
Lou Christie,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Livin' Joy,
The Monks,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
The Remains,
Lindisfarne,
Adolescents,
Crime,
Wasted Youth,
Procol Harum,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Ultimate Spinach,
Colin Newman,
Bad Manners,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Model 500,
U.S. Maple,
Inner City,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blancmange,
Roxy Music,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eli Mardock,
The Angels of Light,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra,
Joyce Sims,
Rosa Yemen,
Accadde A,
The J.B.'s,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Marvin Gaye,
Stockholm Monsters,
Iggy Pop,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
Essential Logic,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.