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 Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Heaven 17 to the punk 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Erykah Badu,
Mo-Dettes,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Siglo XX,
Cecil Taylor,
The Smiths,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Eden Ahbez,
The Trojans,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
JFA,
X-Ray Spex,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
Gichy Dan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Josef K,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Suicide,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Mark Hollis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Pus,
the Germs,
Harmonia,
Section 25,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
E-Dancer,
Crooked Eye,
Television Personalities,
Negative Approach,
Todd Rundgren,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.