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 Turkey 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Howard Jones,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eurythmics,
Janne Schatter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
The Human League,
Minor Threat,
The Sound,
Moby Grape,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scion,
Juan Atkins,
kango's stein massive,
Talk Talk,
Make Up,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Cale,
R.M.O.,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Michelle Simonal,
Shoche,
Youth Brigade,
Monolake,
Banda Bassotti,
Fad Gadget,
The Fire Engines,
Desert Stars,
Tres Demented,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jandek,
Graham Central Station,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ituana,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Essential Logic,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.