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 Syria and from Bologna.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smiths to the dance 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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Bourne 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick May record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Swans,
The Slits,
Outsiders,
Heaven 17,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ossler,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
48th St. Collective,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Ultravox,
Guru Guru,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Magazine,
Pagans,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Pierre Henry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Khruangbin,
Severed Heads,
Bang On A Can,
Section 25,
Bad Manners,
The Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Robert Hood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erasure,
Max Romeo,
The Happenings,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lower 48,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
China Crisis,
Nico,
Gabor Szabo,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.