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 Jordan and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Stiv Bators to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funky Four + One,
Groovy Waters,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
Joensuu 1685,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
Kayak,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Charles Mingus,
Tres Demented,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
The Leaves,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Girls At Our Best!,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Vainqueur,
Underground Resistance,
The Dead C,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Trumans Water,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Sister Nancy,
Tommy Roe,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Joe Smooth,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.