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 Greece and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Fatback Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Fugazi,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
One Last Wish,
Nils Olav,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Charles Mingus,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fear,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Rufus Thomas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eli Mardock,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barrington Levy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Gun Club,
Zero Boys,
Moss Icon,
The Vogues,
L. Decosne,
Mo-Dettes,
Intrusion,
Deadbeat,
The Martian,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Beau Brummels,
Arthur Verocai,
Joe Smooth,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
Crime,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pretty Things,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Kenny Larkin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bootsy Collins,
Y Pants,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Visage,
Hoover,
Wasted Youth,
The Dirtbombs,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Altered Images,
Deakin,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pere Ubu,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.