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 Madagascar and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 808 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 Lungfish to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thee Headcoats,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Soul II Soul,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Eric Copeland,
MC5,
Soul Sonic Force,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Barrington Levy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
DJ Sneak,
Circle Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Main Source,
Harmonia,
The Young Rascals,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pussy Galore,
Junior Murvin,
Clear Light,
Magma,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eric Dolphy,
Liliput,
The Vogues,
Massinfluence,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nico,
the Germs,
Excepter,
The Neon Judgement,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dark Day,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.