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 Belize and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes 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 Todd Terry to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Star Department record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Alphaville,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Deepchord,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Au Pairs,
World's Most,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wolf Eyes,
Amon Düül,
The Vogues,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Sixth Finger,
The Seeds,
Essential Logic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
DJ Sneak,
Barrington Levy,
Quadrant,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Lou Christie,
Cal Tjader,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rotary Connection,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Victims,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
Inner City,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
The Skatalites,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eric Dolphy,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.