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 Lesotho and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the crunk 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Mummies,
the Swans,
Banda Bassotti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
New York Dolls,
The Angels of Light,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Amon Düül II,
Idris Muhammad,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
Max Romeo,
Lungfish,
Chrome,
Fad Gadget,
Circle Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
X-102,
The United States of America,
Ituana,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nirvana,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
The Vogues,
Arthur Verocai,
The Shadows of Knight,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Stereo Dub,
Todd Terry,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxy Music,
Wings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soulsonic Force,
Au Pairs,
Tim Buckley,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sandy B,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dave Clark Five,
Organ,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.