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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Jeru the Damaja to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Pierre Henry,
The Sonics,
Lalann,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Gerry Rafferty,
Theoretical Girls,
Gong,
Blake Baxter,
Ultra Naté,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
The Names,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Livin' Joy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Underground Resistance,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Royal Trux,
Dennis Brown,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Eric Copeland,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Junior Murvin,
Rekid,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Liliput,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
John Lydon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aural Exciters,
Youth Brigade,
Jeff Lynne,
Steve Hackett,
Cybotron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jacques Brel,
Unwound,
Scrapy,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.