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 Monaco and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Delon & Dalcan to the funk 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Half Japanese,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dark Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
In Retrospect,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
The Victims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Velvet Underground,
Heaven 17,
Graham Central Station,
The Blues Magoos,
Shuggie Otis,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
Buzzcocks,
Brick,
Terry Callier,
Au Pairs,
The Trojans,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Ultravox,
Supertramp,
MDC,
Peter and Kerry,
Accadde A,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonic Youth,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Bar-Kays,
Quadrant,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.