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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 The Modern Lovers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
John Lydon,
Sun City Girls,
Brick,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Leaves,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Boredoms,
Jacob Miller,
the Sonics,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers,
Urselle,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Traffic Nightmare,
Andrew Hill,
Spandau Ballet,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Godley & Creme,
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Main Source,
Henry Cow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
kango's stein massive,
Mission of Burma,
Lucky Dragons,
Danielle Patucci,
Marine Girls,
Mr. Review,
Minor Threat,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
David Axelrod,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rites of Spring,
Crash Course in Science,
The Zeros,
David McCallum,
Lou Reed,
UT,
Theoretical Girls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Todd Rundgren,
Grauzone,
June of 44,
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.