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 Tunisia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Taipei.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Toasters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Severed Heads,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young,
Oneida,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
Robert Hood,
Scion,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
F. McDonald,
Reuben Wilson,
Kenny Larkin,
These Immortal Souls,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
John Lydon,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
MC5,
The Moleskins,
The Gories,
Dorothy Ashby,
kango's stein massive,
Barrington Levy,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Country Joe & The Fish,
China Crisis,
Visage,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Magma,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
T. Rex,
Pet Shop Boys,
Duran Duran,
Tubeway Army,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cowsills,
The Knickerbockers,
UT,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.