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 the UAE and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 David Bowie 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 a-ha to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Alison Limerick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monks,
Sonny Sharrock,
MDC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mark Hollis,
Kerri Chandler,
Technova,
The Gladiators,
Little Man,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
Pantytec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Derrick Morgan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cramps,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Au Pairs,
Amon Düül II,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jandek,
The Smiths,
Rhythm & Sound,
Connie Case,
The Walker Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Pet Shop Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Bootsy Collins,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
Fluxion,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Talk Talk,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.