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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Harpers Bizarre to the rap 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kenny Larkin,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantytec,
Moebius,
Glambeats Corp.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Bar-Kays,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brand Nubian,
Fad Gadget,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Doors,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
Visage,
The Saints,
The Count Five,
Quando Quango,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Tomorrow,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Wally Richardson,
The American Breed,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
Harry Pussy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Dave Gahan,
Patti Smith,
The Names,
UT,
Newcleus,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
London Community Gospel Choir,
kango's stein massive,
June Days,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.