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 Costa Rica and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Index to the grunge 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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mission of Burma,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Blake Baxter,
Fear,
Aswad,
Thompson Twins,
World's Most,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jeff Lynne,
Ronnie Foster,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
D'Angelo,
Quantec,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Interpol,
Eve St. Jones,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Hood,
The Mojo Men,
Unrelated Segments,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Bourne,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Kevin Saunderson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sugar Minott,
The Divine Comedy,
Wings,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pantaleimon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
China Crisis,
Zero Boys,
The Dirtbombs,
Bob Dylan,
Rites of Spring,
Johnny Osbourne,
PIL,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Chrome,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.