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 New Zealand and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Brothers Johnson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Pere Ubu,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
Soft Machine,
Grandmaster Flash,
Talk Talk,
Section 25,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The Remains,
Fela Kuti,
Roger Hodgson,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Camberwell Now,
The Toasters,
Tom Boy,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Animal Collective,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Smiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Max Romeo,
B.T. Express,
June Days,
Basic Channel,
Television Personalities,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Clear Light,
The Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jawbox,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
The Standells,
Heaven 17,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hardrive,
Electric Prunes,
Mark Hollis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.