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 Comoros and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
Godley & Creme,
Agent Orange,
Technova,
Aswad,
John Lydon,
the Germs,
Franke,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faust,
Marine Girls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
The Happenings,
Animal Collective,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Radio Birdman,
Scientists,
Vainqueur,
Roxette,
The Residents,
Skaos,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Raincoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Human League,
Sparks,
Eurythmics,
Q and Not U,
Grauzone,
The Motions,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Los Fastidios,
Sun City Girls,
Section 25,
Thompson Twins,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
The Shadows of Knight,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Black Moon,
The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques, The Techniques.
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.