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 Cape Verde and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Grey Daturas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Massinfluence,
The Young Rascals,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Man Eating Sloth,
Slave,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Maleditus Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Amazonics,
Second Layer,
Severed Heads,
The Saints,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Yazoo,
Audionom,
MDC,
Hardrive,
The Five Americans,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scientists,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Alton Ellis,
Erasure,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Skriet,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fad Gadget,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
UT,
Little Man,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Blues Magoos,
Joy Division,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ornette Coleman,
X-102,
Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.