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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno 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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arab on Radar,
David Bowie,
Kurtis Blow,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
The Slits,
Magazine,
Marmalade,
Flipper,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Anthony Braxton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Cowsills,
Bang On A Can,
The Evens,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Audionom,
Cymande,
The Happenings,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Nirvana,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
The Invisible,
Duran Duran,
Dorothy Ashby,
Amon Düül,
Lightning Bolt,
Wire,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
PIL,
Scrapy,
the Germs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Television Personalities,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.