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 Chile and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eurythmics to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultra Naté,
Frankie Knuckles,
Curtis Mayfield,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Warsaw,
Yusef Lateef,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
AZ,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Brass Construction,
The Remains,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
EPMD,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Ronan,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Gap Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Spandau Ballet,
Japan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Groovy Waters,
Interpol,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.