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 South Africa and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Howard Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Gang of Four,
Colin Newman,
Gang Gang Dance,
Godley & Creme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Lou Reed,
Alphaville,
Kaleidoscope,
Au Pairs,
Carl Craig,
Yusef Lateef,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Section 25,
Outsiders,
Thee Headcoats,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
Stereo Dub,
Camberwell Now,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gories,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Lungfish,
Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Q and Not U,
The Shadows of Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Funky Four + One,
Grey Daturas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
B.T. Express,
Mary Jane Girls,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Residents,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Television Personalities,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.