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 Switzerland 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 The Mojo Men to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Eurythmics,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Music Machine,
Eli Mardock,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Au Pairs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Interpol,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chris Corsano,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Marvin Gaye,
Loose Ends,
The Neon Judgement,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
John Holt,
Con Funk Shun,
Scratch Acid,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
Michelle Simonal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
R.M.O.,
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Human League,
Main Source,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Depeche Mode,
48th St. Collective,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.