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 Brazil and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Busters 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
The Searchers,
Bob Dylan,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
ABBA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Symarip,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-Ray Spex,
Los Fastidios,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Janne Schatter,
The Alarm Clocks,
The American Breed,
Vladislav Delay,
Judy Mowatt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Victims,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Dolphy,
X-101,
Robert Wyatt,
Morten Harket,
The Mummies,
Slave,
The Blackbyrds,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.