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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 güiro 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 Ken Boothe to the disco 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Janne Schatter,
Slick Rick,
Amazonics,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Patti Smith,
Lou Christie,
R.M.O.,
The Gap Band,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
The Residents,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Neil Young,
Marine Girls,
Soft Cell,
Jeff Mills,
Public Image Ltd.,
Maurizio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Shoche,
Mantronix,
The Slackers,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
DNA,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Hardrive,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
Eurythmics,
Inner City,
Barry Ungar,
Minnie Riperton,
Absolute Body Control,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scratch Acid,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tears for Fears,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Davy DMX,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.