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 Hungary and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ 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 Adolescents to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Robert Hood,
Jawbox,
Quando Quango,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Bananas,
The Barracudas,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Finger,
The Mummies,
The Sound,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Judy Mowatt,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Remains,
Alton Ellis,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tom Boy,
New Order,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The J.B.'s,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Trojans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Organ,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Hashim,
Camberwell Now,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dirtbombs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
John Lydon,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.