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 Uganda and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Spoonie Gee to the funk 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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Pretty Things,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
DJ Sneak,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye,
cv313,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
John Foxx,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rekid,
The Count Five,
The Names,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Kas Product,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Clarke,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Circle Jerks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
Pharoah Sanders,
Monks,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
The Doors,
Pere Ubu,
Hoover,
Gang Green,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sound Behaviour,
Ornette Coleman,
Sun City Girls,
Eli Mardock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Intrusion,
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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.