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 Egypt and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Vogues to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin 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 clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lebanon Hanover,
Traffic Nightmare,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Funkadelic,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Rotary Connection,
Johnny Clarke,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Boz Scaggs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Marine Girls,
Mars,
New Order,
Oneida,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Joy Division,
Arab on Radar,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Echospace,
Pet Shop Boys,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Faraquet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sixth Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rekid,
Minor Threat,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
Roxette,
Heaven 17,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Basic Channel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens, The Evens, The Evens, The Evens.
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.