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 Poland and from London.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Gladiators to the punk 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Drive Like Jehu,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Golliwogs,
Young Marble Giants,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Simply Red,
Grey Daturas,
One Last Wish,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Aloha Tigers,
The Litter,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Associates,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Joy Division,
The Black Dice,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Groovy Waters,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
John Holt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
Cheater Slicks,
The Slackers,
Dark Day,
Lungfish,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Funky Four + One,
Erykah Badu,
Black Sheep,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Gang of Four,
Sexual Harrassment,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Fraelich,
The Slits,
Sound Behaviour,
Sight & Sound,
Hot Snakes,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.