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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Desert Stars 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Visage,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobby Sherman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
The Cowsills,
Man Parrish,
The Red Krayola,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
Crooked Eye,
OOIOO,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Black Moon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Q65,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Basic Channel,
the Germs,
Lower 48,
Amon Düül,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Marvin Gaye,
The Techniques,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donald Byrd,
cv313,
Black Pus,
Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ice-T,
Flipper,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Yellowson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Malaria!,
Gichy Dan,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.