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 Colombia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the rock 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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mo-Dettes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Eli Mardock,
The Mummies,
Pulsallama,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Eric Dolphy,
R.M.O.,
Sun City Girls,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Cameo,
Lou Christie,
Von Mondo,
10cc,
Cluster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bobby Womack,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul II Soul,
Tears for Fears,
Wire,
Stereo Dub,
Yellowson,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Amazonics,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Con Funk Shun,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Terry Callier,
Prince Buster,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.