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 Burkina and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
John Foxx,
Bizarre Inc.,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Masters at Work,
Flash Fearless,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
The Count Five,
Ultravox,
The Smiths,
Flamin' Groovies,
New York Dolls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Moon,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Excepter,
Model 500,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
The Victims,
Japan,
The Residents,
Cal Tjader,
Chris Corsano,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Smoke,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ken Boothe,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantaleimon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fad Gadget,
Fear,
The Associates,
The Cure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.