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 Norway and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joy Division to the crunk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Wells,
Morten Harket,
Brand Nubian,
Rod Modell,
Livin' Joy,
Terry Callier,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Bootsy Collins,
Kenny Larkin,
Lightning Bolt,
Young Marble Giants,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Halsall,
The Remains,
Ralphi Rosario,
a-ha,
Minor Threat,
The Fuzztones,
Minutemen,
DNA,
Model 500,
Shoche,
The Slits,
Urselle,
Lower 48,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Music Machine,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Max Romeo,
Jacques Brel,
Average White Band,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Sneak,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Janne Schatter,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.