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 Syria 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Fall to the electroclash 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Sister Nancy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Slits,
Mars,
Morten Harket,
David Bowie,
Technova,
Bush Tetras,
Arcadia,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Lower 48,
Bauhaus,
KRS-One,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Siglo XX,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
Harmonia,
Howard Jones,
Bad Manners,
Harry Pussy,
Steve Hackett,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Clarke,
Mad Mike,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Kenny Larkin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
X-Ray Spex,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
One Last Wish,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.