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 Andorra and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 synthesizer 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 Boogie Down Productions to the jazz 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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grey Daturas,
The Knickerbockers,
Cybotron,
Sister Nancy,
Bluetip,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Invisible,
In Retrospect,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lightning Bolt,
Trumans Water,
Jawbox,
D'Angelo,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Whodini,
Janne Schatter,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Panda Bear,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sandy B,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Freddie Wadling,
Marmalade,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythm & Sound,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Nirvana,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Slackers,
Brand Nubian,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Zapp,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Altered Images,
Gong,
Sex Pistols,
The Litter,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.