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 Czech Republic and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 Essential Logic to the electroclash 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe 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 clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Saints,
Shoche,
Pole,
Sällskapet,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Television,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
Ultra Naté,
ABC,
Don Cherry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
PIL,
Ornette Coleman,
Hashim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
8 Eyed Spy,
Livin' Joy,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pantytec,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
New York Dolls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dead Boys,
Intrusion,
Depeche Mode,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Monolake,
Arcadia,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crime,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
Marmalade,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Bang On A Can,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Amon Düül II,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.