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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad,
Boz Scaggs,
The Cure,
Roxette,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Swans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Modern Lovers,
Nils Olav,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Ten City,
Inner City,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Al Stewart,
Gabor Szabo,
Faraquet,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
Idris Muhammad,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Pylon,
The New Christs,
Eden Ahbez,
Susan Cadogan,
the Bar-Kays,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Television Personalities,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Subhumans,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
Procol Harum,
Q and Not U,
Scion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
the Normal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Max Romeo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Quantec,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.