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 Nicaragua and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 oboe 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rock 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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Flamin' Groovies,
Max Romeo,
The Fuzztones,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Main Source,
Terrestrial Tones,
MDC,
Monks,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Babytalk,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aloha Tigers,
The New Christs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Fat Boys,
Visage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Inner City,
Khruangbin,
Rotary Connection,
The Dirtbombs,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Pole,
The Saints,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
Iggy Pop,
Jeff Lynne,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Style,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thompson Twins,
The Angels of Light,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
The Gladiators,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.