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 Bolivia and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Technova,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jerry's Kids,
Pylon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Seeds,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Pop Group,
The Raincoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
kango's stein massive,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Rod Modell,
The Gun Club,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fear,
K-Klass,
Interpol,
Loose Ends,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bang On A Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
Joensuu 1685,
Todd Rundgren,
Visage,
Zapp,
Robert Görl,
KRS-One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Vogues,
Hot Snakes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.