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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 China Crisis to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
Icehouse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ohio Players,
Traffic Nightmare,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson,
The Divine Comedy,
Minny Pops,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Joey Negro,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lakeside,
The Index,
AZ,
The Vogues,
The Neon Judgement,
The Young Rascals,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Ken Boothe,
Sällskapet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Fear,
The Knickerbockers,
Albert Ayler,
Boz Scaggs,
Marine Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
Blancmange,
Interpol,
The American Breed,
Theoretical Girls,
Pere Ubu,
This Heat,
Minutemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Schoolly D,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
Pole,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Funky Four + One,
The Angels of Light,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.