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 Chad and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
R.M.O.,
F. McDonald,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Tremeloes,
X-Ray Spex,
Subhumans,
Magma,
Nik Kershaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Pere Ubu,
Barrington Levy,
Todd Terry,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Roxy Music,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Zero Boys,
EPMD,
The Pretty Things,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Barry Ungar,
Sandy B,
Cymande,
Moss Icon,
Shoche,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Piero Umiliani,
Inner City,
Jimmy McGriff,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
X-101,
Morten Harket,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Byron Stingily,
Colin Newman,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Durutti Column,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Knickerbockers,
The Black Dice,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
The Happenings,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fire Engines,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.