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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 the Germs to the rock 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Massinfluence,
The Shadows of Knight,
cv313,
Marmalade,
Aaron Thompson,
Cheater Slicks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lower 48,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Lyres,
Popol Vuh,
Pantaleimon,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
The Pop Group,
Scrapy,
Mo-Dettes,
Eurythmics,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Interpol,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zero Boys,
Aural Exciters,
the Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Alison Limerick,
Dark Day,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Heaven 17,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Matthew Bourne,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jimmy McGriff,
Subhumans,
Scion,
Khruangbin,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
AZ,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.