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 Syria and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 ABC to the rap 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Slick Rick,
Bauhaus,
Clear Light,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
The Grass Roots,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Camberwell Now,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
Todd Terry,
Amon Düül,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Robert Wyatt,
Jeff Mills,
The Velvet Underground,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
The Martian,
Joey Negro,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sandy B,
Television Personalities,
Josef K,
Susan Cadogan,
The Red Krayola,
Jawbox,
Easy Going,
Public Image Ltd.,
Japan,
Basic Channel,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Blake Baxter,
Henry Cow,
Barbara Tucker,
MC5,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
ABBA,
Marine Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fad Gadget,
The Vogues,
Anthony Braxton,
Visage,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
John Foxx,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.