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 Haiti and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 snare 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 Popol Vuh to the techno 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Severed Heads,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Standells,
The Star Department,
Barrington Levy,
The Motions,
Yellowson,
Skaos,
Scan 7,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Television,
The Kinks,
Neil Young,
The Velvet Underground,
Vainqueur,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Niagra,
Deakin,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
The Slits,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Carl Craig,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Magazine,
Supertramp,
Amazonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Bar-Kays,
Marc Almond,
X-Ray Spex,
Mad Mike,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Cell,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slave,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.