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 Kosovo and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Nico,
The Dead C,
The Standells,
Sex Pistols,
Nas,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Severed Heads,
The Happenings,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rotary Connection,
Cecil Taylor,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Busters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mo-Dettes,
Massinfluence,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
New Order,
Little Man,
The Smoke,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Slits,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
Graham Central Station,
Fugazi,
Patti Smith,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Teasers,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
China Crisis,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.