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 Nigeria and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Mummies to the jazz 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Byron Stingily,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sex Pistols,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funky Four + One,
New York Dolls,
Anthony Braxton,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Young Rascals,
Au Pairs,
Moby Grape,
New Order,
Pylon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Alton Ellis,
Magma,
Drexciya,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Aaron Thompson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Duran Duran,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Move,
The Litter,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Toni Rubio,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joensuu 1685,
Barrington Levy,
Eric Copeland,
Easy Going,
Peter and Kerry,
Mary Jane Girls,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Fatback Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.