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 Andorra and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
the Slits,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Aswad,
B.T. Express,
The Neon Judgement,
Neil Young,
Matthew Bourne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Womack,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Bananas,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric Copeland,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Trojans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monolake,
Underground Resistance,
Bootsy Collins,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
June of 44,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Sparks,
Mad Mike,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
Slave,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.