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 Chad and from Lille.
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 Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cybotron to the punk 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mojo Men record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Carl Craig,
Robert Görl,
Black Pus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Knickerbockers,
Outsiders,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Prunes,
Talk Talk,
Y Pants,
Subhumans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
David Axelrod,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Heaven 17,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
Nico,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Bill Near,
the Bar-Kays,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Kayak,
La Düsseldorf,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
the Human League,
Joe Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Parry Music,
Stereo Dub,
Dual Sessions,
Juan Atkins,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Camouflage,
Ultravox,
Desert Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Terry Callier,
Maurizio,
Faust,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.