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 Bangladesh and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the funk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Scrapy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Vogues,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Altered Images,
Joe Smooth,
Kenny Larkin,
Marmalade,
Monks,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
Blake Baxter,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
Model 500,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Germs,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Green,
Lyres,
The Trojans,
the Sonics,
Newcleus,
D'Angelo,
Cybotron,
Minny Pops,
Television,
Gong,
Circle Jerks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Scion,
Spandau Ballet,
Skriet,
The Saints,
Stiv Bators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Morten Harket,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.