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 Latvia and from Lagos.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
the Germs,
Agitation Free,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monochrome Set,
Scrapy,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Tubeway Army,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agent Orange,
The Dirtbombs,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Kenny Larkin,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
Freddie Wadling,
Accadde A,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
B.T. Express,
Idris Muhammad,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Duran Duran,
Grey Daturas,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Lou Christie,
The Beau Brummels,
Unwound,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MC5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Slick Rick,
Colin Newman,
Heaven 17,
The Divine Comedy,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Lakeside,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Sound Behaviour,
Dorothy Ashby,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.