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 Qatar and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Vladislav Delay,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Soul II Soul,
Erasure,
Pussy Galore,
Silicon Teens,
Soulsonic Force,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
Chris Corsano,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
Juan Atkins,
Neil Young,
Television Personalities,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Flash Fearless,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
UT,
The Motions,
cv313,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Black Pus,
Gong,
The Slits,
Al Stewart,
The Dead C,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
Black Flag,
Eurythmics,
Aloha Tigers,
Black Bananas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Alphaville,
Man Parrish,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
The Cure,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jeff Lynne,
Wings,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
Radiohead,
Jerry's Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.