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 Senegal and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Rekid to the grunge 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Cramps,
Minnie Riperton,
Chris Corsano,
Stockholm Monsters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Sandy B,
Marvin Gaye,
Glenn Branca,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Stetsasonic,
Roxy Music,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cluster,
The American Breed,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Human League,
Mark Hollis,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spandau Ballet,
Steve Hackett,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Deakin,
10cc,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Aswad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Smoke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funky Four + One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yazoo,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Agitation Free,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Clarke,
Procol Harum,
Lalann,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
Swell Maps,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.