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 Nauru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Ice-T,
Soulsonic Force,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nils Olav,
The Barracudas,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tom Boy,
Panda Bear,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mars,
Bobby Byrd,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bizarre Inc.,
Al Stewart,
Desert Stars,
Mandrill,
Severed Heads,
CMW,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sonics,
Moebius,
The Searchers,
Tomorrow,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
This Heat,
PIL,
The Smoke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Delta 5,
Faust,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Silicon Teens,
T.S.O.L.,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Lightning Bolt,
Groovy Waters,
A Certain Ratio,
The Moleskins,
June of 44,
Brick,
The Litter,
Robert Görl,
The Kinks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bronski Beat,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.