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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Black Bananas to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skriet,
Smog,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Livin' Joy,
The Skatalites,
MDC,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Steve Hackett,
Little Man,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Masters at Work,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Connie Case,
Gabor Szabo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Cramps,
Simply Red,
Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang Starr,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Ituana,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sugar Minott,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
The Grass Roots,
Maleditus Sound,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Coltrane,
Marc Almond,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.