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 St Lucia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Ponytail to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Sonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
Neil Young,
The Mojo Men,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crime,
Pussy Galore,
Zapp,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Flag,
Newcleus,
The Fall,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swell Maps,
The Skatalites,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Supertramp,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fela Kuti,
the Sonics,
Flipper,
Simply Red,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cure,
Robert Görl,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
Cal Tjader,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Busters,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Minor Threat,
Urselle,
DNA,
Sister Nancy,
The Cramps,
Dark Day,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
a-ha,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mummies,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.