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 Gambia and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Eric Dolphy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ultra Naté,
The Fortunes,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Sarah Menescal,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
F. McDonald,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Martian,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
The Names,
Mo-Dettes,
Minor Threat,
Graham Central Station,
Brick,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deakin,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Drexciya,
The Offenders,
Sparks,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echospace,
Throbbing Gristle,
Khruangbin,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
L. Decosne,
Sex Pistols,
AZ,
Roy Ayers,
Cal Tjader,
Kaleidoscope,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick Morgan,
New Age Steppers,
Porter Ricks,
Ultravox,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.