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 Korea South and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Public Enemy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Kas Product,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Darondo,
Roxette,
Soft Machine,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Newcleus,
Index,
Depeche Mode,
Q and Not U,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Silicon Teens,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Carl Craig,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Rosa Yemen,
The Associates,
Flipper,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tom Boy,
The Misunderstood,
The Golliwogs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slits,
Gang Starr,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Wyatt,
Sällskapet,
K-Klass,
The Searchers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
JFA,
the Soft Cell,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Fraelich,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Hood,
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.