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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Henry Cow,
Alphaville,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Rakim,
Wasted Youth,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Bootsy Collins,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Depeche Mode,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sonics,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Technova,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rufus Thomas,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Grey Daturas,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Kerri Chandler,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.