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 Solomon Islands and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toasters to the rock 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Radiopuhelimet,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Wolf Eyes,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Harry Pussy,
Zapp,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Second Layer,
Skriet,
The Skatalites,
Steve Hackett,
The Names,
Shoche,
Lungfish,
Funkadelic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Mojo Men,
8 Eyed Spy,
Schoolly D,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soft Cell,
Slave,
Cheater Slicks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Audionom,
Reagan Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Warsaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Skaos,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
One Last Wish,
Derrick Morgan,
Man Parrish,
Stereo Dub,
Ken Boothe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.