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 Germany and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 The Busters to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
OOIOO,
The Litter,
The Motions,
The Names,
Tres Demented,
DJ Style,
Joe Smooth,
Amazonics,
Eric Copeland,
Franke,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Red Krayola,
Pierre Henry,
Visage,
Flamin' Groovies,
Groovy Waters,
Thompson Twins,
Brass Construction,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Barry Ungar,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
Rosa Yemen,
Grauzone,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fat Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
The Martian,
Sparks,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
John Lydon,
Cal Tjader,
the Germs,
Sister Nancy,
Fela Kuti,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Main Source,
T. Rex,
The Golliwogs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Human League,
Cybotron,
A Certain Ratio,
Joy Division,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.