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 Mauritania and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Aural Exciters to the grime 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Scan 7,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Blossom Toes,
Index,
Newcleus,
Rites of Spring,
Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doors,
The Beau Brummels,
Junior Murvin,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Lyres,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brand Nubian,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
The Knickerbockers,
Blake Baxter,
Freddie Wadling,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Christie,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Fatback Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Metal Thangz,
Faust,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Fat Boys,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
The Durutti Column,
Drive Like Jehu,
Darondo,
Jeff Mills,
the Swans,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.