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 Barbados and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 The Electric Prunes to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kurtis Blow,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Al Stewart,
Khruangbin,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brand Nubian,
Camouflage,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
China Crisis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed,
T. Rex,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Gabor Szabo,
48th St. Collective,
Boredoms,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nico,
Hoover,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
June Days,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fad Gadget,
Avey Tare,
Funkadelic,
The Cure,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Guru Guru,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.