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 Grenada and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Darondo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moss Icon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jawbox,
Boredoms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
Magma,
Rekid,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Kas Product,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme,
The Divine Comedy,
Trumans Water,
Infiniti,
Fear,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Wally Richardson,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
Section 25,
Soul II Soul,
John Cale,
Moebius,
The Names,
Cybotron,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Swans,
Circle Jerks,
AZ,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
The Five Americans,
Zapp,
Anthony Braxton,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Kinks,
The Blues Magoos,
Young Marble Giants,
Colin Newman,
Quantec,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.