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 Panama and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Smiths to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order 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?
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Supertramp,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Darondo,
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Main Source,
Sam Rivers,
Khruangbin,
Roger Hodgson,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Pulsallama,
Desert Stars,
Dawn Penn,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Sparks,
Juan Atkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Scion,
Lindisfarne,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pop Group,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Icehouse,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
The Cramps,
ABC,
Steve Hackett,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Pierre Henry,
Lyres,
Sight & Sound,
Young Marble Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terry Callier,
Fad Gadget,
Joy Division,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Qualms,
Minnie Riperton,
Gabor Szabo,
Neil Young,
The Gories,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Youth Brigade,
X-101,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.