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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the snare 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 Dead Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wasted Youth,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Lungfish,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Tears for Fears,
Siglo XX,
Desert Stars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Nico,
Popol Vuh,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
Flipper,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
Jeff Lynne,
A Certain Ratio,
Technova,
The Grass Roots,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Barry Ungar,
Au Pairs,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fat Boys,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
KRS-One,
The Leaves,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Malaria!,
Aural Exciters,
Soul Sonic Force,
Zero Boys,
Juan Atkins,
The Vogues,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Freddie Wadling,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Skaos,
Johnny Clarke,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.