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 Suriname and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Shuggie Otis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Saints,
Gerry Rafferty,
Model 500,
Boogie Down Productions,
T. Rex,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Roxette,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
KRS-One,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Au Pairs,
The Vogues,
Funkadelic,
Peter and Kerry,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
E-Dancer,
Sugar Minott,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeff Lynne,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bill Wells,
Lower 48,
Ludus,
Section 25,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Moon,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alphaville,
The Human League,
The Cramps,
Urselle,
The Last Poets,
Index,
Shoche,
The Modern Lovers,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.