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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Evens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Durutti Column,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy Collins,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
Shuggie Otis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Talk Talk,
Television,
The Techniques,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Harry Pussy,
The Cure,
Lalann,
Black Pus,
KRS-One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
Jacob Miller,
Fear,
Fluxion,
Banda Bassotti,
Boz Scaggs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Archie Shepp,
Pussy Galore,
The Neon Judgement,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Quadrant,
The Music Machine,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
the Bar-Kays,
Negative Approach,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Youth Brigade,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
X-102,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.