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 Peru and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Sound Behaviour to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Sister Nancy,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Livin' Joy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Cell,
Can,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harmonia,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Quantec,
Judy Mowatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
the Association,
Technova,
Robert Hood,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Masters at Work,
Metal Thangz,
Drexciya,
Vainqueur,
Arab on Radar,
Qualms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rotary Connection,
Radio Birdman,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Freddie Wadling,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lou Reed,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Seeds,
Henry Cow,
Deepchord,
Josef K,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Buckinghams,
Girls At Our Best!,
Derrick Morgan,
the Soft Cell,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.