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 Ireland and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Depeche Mode to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Kaleidoscope,
Sex Pistols,
Rekid,
Vladislav Delay,
The Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
Skaos,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Moody Blues,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moebius,
David McCallum,
Tomorrow,
UT,
Connie Case,
Roy Ayers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Yusef Lateef,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
John Lydon,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Evens,
Pharoah Sanders,
cv313,
Davy DMX,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
The Durutti Column,
Marmalade,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
a-ha,
The Skatalites,
Half Japanese,
Q and Not U,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Whodini,
The Fuzztones,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.