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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Peter & Gordon to the techno 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Liliput,
The Divine Comedy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eden Ahbez,
Marcia Griffiths,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
Model 500,
Deakin,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Motions,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Fatback Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Barracudas,
The Toasters,
The Seeds,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Howard Jones,
Minnie Riperton,
Traffic Nightmare,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lyres,
Buzzcocks,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Grey Daturas,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Camberwell Now,
Cameo,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.