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 Slovenia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes 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?
Yusef Lateef,
The Gladiators,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonic Youth,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cowsills,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
The Victims,
KRS-One,
Minor Threat,
China Crisis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
E-Dancer,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
Brick,
Television,
Frankie Knuckles,
Panda Bear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Gun Club,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Whodini,
The Star Department,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
Index,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yellowson,
Gichy Dan,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Adolescents,
Kerri Chandler,
Wire,
T.S.O.L.,
Fear,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barbara Tucker,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
the Sonics,
Masters at Work,
The Searchers,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.