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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roger Hodgson,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Kas Product,
The Fall,
Leonard Cohen,
Television Personalities,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arcadia,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
The Cure,
Neu!,
Iggy Pop,
Trumans Water,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Misunderstood,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
David Bowie,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Pus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tears for Fears,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Parry Music,
Eric Dolphy,
Fugazi,
Moss Icon,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
Mars,
Scan 7,
Los Fastidios,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Popol Vuh,
Buzzcocks,
Chris Corsano,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Halsall,
Accadde A,
Flipper,
Wolf Eyes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Harmonia,
John Cale,
Mantronix,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.