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 Ecuador and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Slave to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Anakelly,
Skarface,
Thompson Twins,
The Golliwogs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pere Ubu,
Alison Limerick,
Supertramp,
John Foxx,
Country Teasers,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cowsills,
The Trojans,
Scratch Acid,
The Cramps,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Barracudas,
Brick,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Victims,
Fugazi,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Sonic Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Intrusion,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Susan Cadogan,
Liliput,
The Residents,
Excepter,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Soft Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bob Dylan,
Radiohead,
K-Klass,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker,
Livin' Joy,
Warsaw,
Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
MC5,
Crooked Eye,
The Doors,
June of 44,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.