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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
Franke,
Scratch Acid,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Juan Atkins,
Popol Vuh,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Dark Day,
Yaz,
The Invisible,
Yazoo,
Bronski Beat,
Thee Headcoats,
Slick Rick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Ken Boothe,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Mars,
Rod Modell,
Q and Not U,
Adolescents,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
The Kinks,
PIL,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Cameo,
Masters at Work,
Nik Kershaw,
Average White Band,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Porter Ricks,
The Monks,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Unrelated Segments,
Rites of Spring,
Fat Boys,
Deadbeat,
Zapp,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.