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 Liechtenstein and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Depeche Mode to the electroclash 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Alphaville,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quantec,
Second Layer,
Bronski Beat,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Black Moon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Byron Stingily,
Fad Gadget,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Slackers,
The J.B.'s,
The Evens,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!,
Nils Olav,
Barbara Tucker,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mantronix,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
D'Angelo,
U.S. Maple,
Carl Craig,
Suburban Knight,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Mummies,
Roxy Music,
Ituana,
Hot Snakes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.