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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Skarface,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dirtbombs,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Vladislav Delay,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
MC5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Görl,
Wasted Youth,
Das Ding,
The Litter,
Yaz,
Joe Finger,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
Scrapy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Funkadelic,
Jandek,
The Standells,
Joe Smooth,
Desert Stars,
The Slackers,
Roy Ayers,
The Fire Engines,
Second Layer,
Danielle Patucci,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
The Techniques,
Piero Umiliani,
Marmalade,
Nico,
Spoonie Gee,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Moebius,
The Slits,
Amon Düül,
The Smiths,
Derrick May,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Human League,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minny Pops,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.