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 Djibouti and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sound,
Minny Pops,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ponytail,
E-Dancer,
CMW,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Starr,
Stiv Bators,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Green,
Jawbox,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
David McCallum,
Franke,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T. Rex,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Marmalade,
The Evens,
Iggy Pop,
The Count Five,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Skriet,
Tomorrow,
Organ,
Harmonia,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Von Mondo,
Sister Nancy,
Public Enemy,
The Names,
The Dead C,
Rufus Thomas,
Outsiders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Flag,
Pagans,
Bobby Byrd,
Darondo,
Infiniti,
Henry Cow,
Jimmy McGriff,
LL Cool J,
Sandy B,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.