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 Sweden and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Wolf Eyes to the electroclash 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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
10cc,
Gang Starr,
Half Japanese,
Cheater Slicks,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Clarke,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Prince Buster,
The Gories,
Deakin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Sexual Harrassment,
Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Fire Engines,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blake Baxter,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sun City Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Clear Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
Talk Talk,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Patti Smith,
The Count Five,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
The New Christs,
New Order,
Television Personalities,
The Durutti Column,
Fatback Band,
Groovy Waters,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet,
Khruangbin,
The Skatalites,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.