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 Ireland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Skaos to the punk 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index 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?
The Stooges,
Pet Shop Boys,
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Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Cowsills,
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Derrick Morgan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Arcadia,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
Joe Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
the Bar-Kays,
Anakelly,
the Sonics,
Sarah Menescal,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
Aloha Tigers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
The Slackers,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Rufus Thomas,
Juan Atkins,
The Divine Comedy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül II,
Fat Boys,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smoke,
Fugazi,
David Bowie,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.