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 Moldova and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kurtis Blow to the punk 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Stereo Dub,
Iggy Pop,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Johnny Clarke,
The Busters,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
The Count Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skarface,
Soft Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Offenders,
Roxette,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
The Cramps,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Japan,
The J.B.'s,
Susan Cadogan,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
The Mummies,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
The Pop Group,
Rakim,
Laurel Aitken,
Tres Demented,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Y Pants,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Faust,
Section 25,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-101,
Talk Talk,
Jacob Miller,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.