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 Grenada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neu!,
Slick Rick,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Peter and Kerry,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Christie,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Don Cherry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rekid,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Excepter,
Alice Coltrane,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Real Kids,
The Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radiopuhelimet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Terry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Loose Ends,
Barbara Tucker,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Funky Four + One,
Barclay James Harvest,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Thee Headcoats,
Jacques Brel,
Chrome,
Gang of Four,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
The Remains,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Althea and Donna,
The Martian,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
The Velvet Underground,
Banda Bassotti,
Carl Craig,
Camberwell Now,
The Birthday Party,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.