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 Iraq and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Wasted Youth to the funk 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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Funkadelic,
The Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Spandau Ballet,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Agent Orange,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Red Krayola,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Divine Comedy,
Roy Ayers,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Jacques Brel,
The Raincoats,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Godley & Creme,
Crispy Ambulance,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Maurizio,
The Litter,
Jawbox,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fugs,
Wasted Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Kerri Chandler,
Arcadia,
The Cramps,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
New York Dolls,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ludus,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.