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 Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the electroclash 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
48th St. Collective,
Cameo,
New Order,
Oneida,
Kaleidoscope,
Blake Baxter,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
David Bowie,
Harry Pussy,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids,
Fugazi,
Radio Birdman,
Ronnie Foster,
Stereo Dub,
The Happenings,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
Blancmange,
The Black Dice,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Byron Stingily,
Skarface,
Terry Callier,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
Toni Rubio,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Make Up,
Main Source,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rites of Spring,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
This Heat,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Cluster,
Nik Kershaw,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.