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 Argentina and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rock 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Fuzztones,
Cybotron,
Scratch Acid,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
48th St. Collective,
Gerry Rafferty,
Metal Thangz,
Glenn Branca,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Connie Case,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Brick,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Angry Samoans,
Oneida,
Little Man,
The Stooges,
Excepter,
Don Cherry,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
The Raincoats,
Rufus Thomas,
Bang On A Can,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
Essential Logic,
John Lydon,
The Slits,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
The Gap Band,
The Pop Group,
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
the Human League,
Pylon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
The Saints,
Smog,
Desert Stars,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.