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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Skarface,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dennis Brown,
The Tremeloes,
Oneida,
Lakeside,
New Order,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Christie,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Tommy Roe,
Nik Kershaw,
Mission of Burma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Donny Hathaway,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Youth Brigade,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
Alton Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
The Smiths,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Cybotron,
Cluster,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Radiohead,
Fatback Band,
Piero Umiliani,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blossom Toes,
A Certain Ratio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wings,
Eric Copeland,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.