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 Venezuela and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Tears for Fears to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
Ultravox,
Lakeside,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
the Human League,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Kenny Larkin,
Robert Wyatt,
New Age Steppers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Wake,
T.S.O.L.,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Smooth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Leonard Cohen,
Intrusion,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Wally Richardson,
Stiv Bators,
JFA,
Hoover,
CMW,
The Happenings,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Freddie Wadling,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Tres Demented,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
The Mojo Men,
Blancmange,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
The Black Dice,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.