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 East Timor and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 H. Thieme to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
World's Most,
Hashim,
Piero Umiliani,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Finger,
Zapp,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Slick Rick,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Normal,
Anthony Braxton,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Royal Trux,
Heaven 17,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Section 25,
The New Christs,
Rhythm & Sound,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Warren Ellis,
Joy Division,
New Order,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
Erasure,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Second Layer,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Inner City,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jimmy McGriff,
Godley & Creme,
Thee Headcoats,
Warsaw,
Fela Kuti,
Peter & Gordon,
Joe Smooth,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.