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 Togo and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Kinks to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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 Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Susan Cadogan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Electric Light Orchestra,
John Lydon,
Eric B and Rakim,
ABC,
Ituana,
Ken Boothe,
Joy Division,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Slick Rick,
cv313,
Banda Bassotti,
John Foxx,
Nation of Ulysses,
Model 500,
Flash Fearless,
Lyres,
Gong,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pierre Henry,
Severed Heads,
The Zeros,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Isaac Hayes,
Massinfluence,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Martian,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
ABBA,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rites of Spring,
Jandek,
OOIOO,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
Ossler,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Mojo Men,
Sun City Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.