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 Vietnam and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Agent Orange to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
The Move,
Matthew Halsall,
Average White Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Sandy B,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The American Breed,
Buzzcocks,
Bad Manners,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Brand Nubian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Iggy Pop,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-102,
CMW,
The New Christs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cameo,
Dennis Brown,
the Normal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Maurizio,
X-Ray Spex,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Blancmange,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Ronan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.