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 Congo and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Black Flag to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Darondo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Kurtis Blow,
Dark Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Siglo XX,
Jeru the Damaja,
MC5,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Flash Fearless,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Slave,
Minor Threat,
Sister Nancy,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
KRS-One,
Nils Olav,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Golliwogs,
Fear,
Charles Mingus,
Anakelly,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Johnny Clarke,
Scientists,
Deepchord,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Hoover,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Chris & Cosey,
Banda Bassotti,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
Pierre Henry,
The Doors,
New Age Steppers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.