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 Samoa and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Columbus.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Fad Gadget to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deepchord,
Rakim,
Yellowson,
One Last Wish,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fad Gadget,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions,
Barbara Tucker,
Y Pants,
In Retrospect,
Barry Ungar,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
Bush Tetras,
Electric Prunes,
Hot Snakes,
Moss Icon,
T.S.O.L.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Neon Judgement,
10cc,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Sherman,
The Busters,
The Golliwogs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
The Cure,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pussy Galore,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flipper,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Holt,
Main Source,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kerri Chandler,
The Blues Magoos,
Sixth Finger,
Depeche Mode,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Brass Construction,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fuzztones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.