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 Ireland and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Glenn Branca to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Pagans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker,
Groovy Waters,
The Slits,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Womack,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
LL Cool J,
Mad Mike,
Pere Ubu,
Lightning Bolt,
Oblivians,
Marvin Gaye,
Laurel Aitken,
Qualms,
Wally Richardson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Isaac Hayes,
The Associates,
Brass Construction,
The Count Five,
The Saints,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Cameo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
John Cale,
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.