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 Costa Rica and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jerry's Kids to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minor Threat,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
The Busters,
John Cale,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Davy DMX,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
Moebius,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Slick Rick,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Mission of Burma,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Arthur Verocai,
Ronan,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Blues Magoos,
CMW,
Joyce Sims,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Litter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
Drexciya,
Faraquet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Silicon Teens,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker,
World's Most,
Cluster,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pussy Galore,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.