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 Suriname and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Lou Reed 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Suburban Knight,
Lyres,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Talk Talk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Qualms,
UT,
Icehouse,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Prince Buster,
X-101,
Roxette,
Dawn Penn,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Funky Four + One,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Fraelich,
Crash Course in Science,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Scion,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Skaos,
Television Personalities,
Livin' Joy,
Blossom Toes,
Stetsasonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Cluster,
Rekid,
Throbbing Gristle,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Foxx,
The Victims,
Henry Cow,
Flamin' Groovies,
Gichy Dan,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.