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 Saudi Arabia and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 EPMD to the jazz 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Country Teasers,
ABC,
Leonard Cohen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Lydon,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Don Cherry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Little Man,
Aloha Tigers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Arthur Verocai,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
David Axelrod,
Arcadia,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Accadde A,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Peter and Kerry,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kenny Larkin,
Malaria!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Mojo Men,
Porter Ricks,
EPMD,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Sex Pistols,
Cheater Slicks,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Junior Murvin,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
the Swans,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
Sun City Girls,
Bauhaus,
Ossler,
Rites of Spring,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.