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 Barbados and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Barrington Levy,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Urselle,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Image Ltd.,
Anthony Braxton,
Yaz,
Q65,
Motorama,
Kenny Larkin,
Spandau Ballet,
Iggy Pop,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Quadrant,
Quantec,
The Count Five,
Scrapy,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Prince Buster,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
June Days,
Vainqueur,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
New Order,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantytec,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crooked Eye,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kerri Chandler,
Yellowson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.