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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Lightning Bolt to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Johnny Clarke,
Radiohead,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
H. Thieme,
the Normal,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Faust,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Bananas,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Sarah Menescal,
Underground Resistance,
The Victims,
Minny Pops,
June of 44,
Make Up,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
The Modern Lovers,
The Misunderstood,
Mantronix,
Depeche Mode,
Soulsonic Force,
The Residents,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spoonie Gee,
Andrew Hill,
Minutemen,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lungfish,
Mission of Burma,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Bobby Sherman,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Mills,
Groovy Waters,
Graham Central Station,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.