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 Belarus and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Buckinghams,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Smoke,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Jawbox,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ronnie Foster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mark Hollis,
Tim Buckley,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Schoolly D,
Smog,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Pus,
Harry Pussy,
The Fire Engines,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Soft Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
Sandy B,
The Young Rascals,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Henry Cow,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wally Richardson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Agitation Free,
Albert Ayler,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
Judy Mowatt,
Prince Buster,
The Invisible,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
Todd Rundgren,
Outsiders,
Electric Prunes,
Junior Murvin,
Roxy Music,
Roger Hodgson,
DJ Style,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.