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 Hungary and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gichy Dan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Maurizio,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Unwound,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Fat Boys,
Eddi Front,
Schoolly D,
The Pretty Things,
Sonny Sharrock,
T. Rex,
Hardrive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Popol Vuh,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
The Happenings,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
Index,
Oblivians,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
Stetsasonic,
X-101,
Qualms,
Icehouse,
The Fugs,
the Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Dead C,
Joe Smooth,
Yaz,
Nick Fraelich,
Stereo Dub,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.