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 Liechtenstein and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Black Flag to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
The Monks,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lee Hazlewood,
Q and Not U,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Neu!,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suburban Knight,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
Albert Ayler,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Archie Shepp,
Qualms,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker,
Brass Construction,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Coltrane,
Iggy Pop,
Black Pus,
Pagans,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yellowson,
Jesper Dahlback,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Knickerbockers,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
Black Sheep,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.