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 Montenegro and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Accra and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Jeff Lynne to the jazz 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
the Swans,
Glambeats Corp.,
U.S. Maple,
The Gap Band,
Easy Going,
The American Breed,
Nik Kershaw,
KRS-One,
Swans,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dirtbombs,
The Durutti Column,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
The Victims,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Gabor Szabo,
Wire,
Prince Buster,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Flamin' Groovies,
Royal Trux,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Livin' Joy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sam Rivers,
Youth Brigade,
Ronnie Foster,
Marvin Gaye,
Erasure,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
The Gladiators,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Saints,
Rotary Connection,
Cluster,
Quadrant,
Bad Manners,
Darondo,
The Seeds,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Alison Limerick,
Pantaleimon,
Scratch Acid,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.