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 Zambia and from Seoul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Litter to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerrie Biddell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Grass Roots,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Gap Band,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Harry Pussy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lebanon Hanover,
The United States of America,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Remains,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Gabor Szabo,
Livin' Joy,
OOIOO,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Cal Tjader,
Icehouse,
the Germs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lucky Dragons,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marine Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
The Barracudas,
Malaria!,
Roxette,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
The Black Dice,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Slits,
Neu!,
X-Ray Spex,
Crime,
Wings,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Bizarre Inc.,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Goldenarms,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Fluxion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.