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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Almond,
Wasted Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
Crooked Eye,
Robert Görl,
Popol Vuh,
The Litter,
Simply Red,
Oblivians,
Excepter,
Mo-Dettes,
Gang of Four,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Susan Cadogan,
L. Decosne,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Heaven 17,
Pussy Galore,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siglo XX,
Godley & Creme,
Country Teasers,
Joyce Sims,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun City Girls,
The Toasters,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
The J.B.'s,
Ornette Coleman,
Aloha Tigers,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Christie,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
The New Christs,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
The Electric Prunes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.