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 Czech Republic and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Cure to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Prince Buster,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
Fluxion,
Quadrant,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Warsaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
JFA,
Bluetip,
Stockholm Monsters,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Von Mondo,
a-ha,
Joensuu 1685,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Easy Going,
John Foxx,
Blossom Toes,
Bush Tetras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cymande,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Terry Callier,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Crispy Ambulance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
The Techniques,
K-Klass,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Judy Mowatt,
Pantytec,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.