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 Cuba and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Sisters of Mercy to the funk 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 UT. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
Moby Grape,
Sight & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Au Pairs,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Porter Ricks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Christie,
Wings,
Lebanon Hanover,
Massinfluence,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
The Barracudas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aswad,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Robert Wyatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
UT,
New Order,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
Niagra,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Althea and Donna,
The Mojo Men,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nico,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.