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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Birthday Party to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Roger Hodgson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
a-ha,
Sparks,
Lou Reed,
Scrapy,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Henry Cow,
The Stooges,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Pantaleimon,
Rites of Spring,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
The Kinks,
David McCallum,
Wire,
Nick Fraelich,
FM Einheit,
Dawn Penn,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Basic Channel,
Tres Demented,
Skaos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Chrome,
The Golliwogs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Q and Not U,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
Rod Modell,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pierre Henry,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.