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 Malta and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet 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 T.S.O.L. to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Skaos,
Eli Mardock,
Fela Kuti,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
The Gories,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Skatalites,
Ossler,
Arcadia,
Echospace,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Pantytec,
The Dead C,
Buzzcocks,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Panda Bear,
JFA,
Aloha Tigers,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Gap Band,
Wire,
The Toasters,
Fear,
Grauzone,
Funky Four + One,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Godley & Creme,
The Moleskins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Basic Channel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Seeds,
Roxy Music,
Camberwell Now,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Crime,
Malaria!,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Leaves,
Joe Finger,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.