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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Iggy Pop to the dance 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Drive Like Jehu,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Warsaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tres Demented,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
New York Dolls,
Pylon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Althea and Donna,
Fatback Band,
Symarip,
KRS-One,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lyres,
Roger Hodgson,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rapeman,
Babytalk,
Hardrive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grauzone,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Durutti Column,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Mars,
Wasted Youth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Brick,
Wolf Eyes,
Royal Trux,
Index,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rites of Spring,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Halsall,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.