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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Guru Guru to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bluetip,
The Skatalites,
This Heat,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Liliput,
Cheater Slicks,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
the Human League,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Laurel Aitken,
PIL,
Marine Girls,
The Seeds,
Sexual Harrassment,
Country Teasers,
Flipper,
Max Romeo,
Ohio Players,
Groovy Waters,
Rapeman,
Aloha Tigers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dead Boys,
Lungfish,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
The Gap Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
Connie Case,
Sun City Girls,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
Quantec,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.