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 Lesotho and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the grunge 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 The Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brothers Johnson,
The Dave Clark Five,
DJ Style,
Stereo Dub,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Japan,
Prince Buster,
The Techniques,
John Lydon,
Barry Ungar,
Los Fastidios,
Rod Modell,
The Neon Judgement,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
the Human League,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Con Funk Shun,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Excepter,
Ken Boothe,
Josef K,
Von Mondo,
Bill Near,
James White and The Blacks,
China Crisis,
The Monks,
Spandau Ballet,
Donny Hathaway,
Blossom Toes,
Theoretical Girls,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Raincoats,
Nik Kershaw,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rapeman,
Porter Ricks,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Technova,
Symarip,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.