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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Lakeside to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Bluetip,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ken Boothe,
the Sonics,
Traffic Nightmare,
Steve Hackett,
The Kinks,
The Toasters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
Angry Samoans,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ronan,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
The Monochrome Set,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Beau Brummels,
The Walker Brothers,
Nirvana,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Duran Duran,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
8 Eyed Spy,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Franke,
Bang On A Can,
R.M.O.,
Television,
Dennis Brown,
Sister Nancy,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
The Pretty Things,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
John Cale,
Make Up,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.