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 Philippines 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dawn Penn to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swell Maps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Faust,
Cameo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
The Walker Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Das Ding,
The Martian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
Eve St. Jones,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Fugazi,
Audionom,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
The Birthday Party,
Subhumans,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
The Dave Clark Five,
Laurel Aitken,
Malaria!,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
Chris Corsano,
Lou Christie,
Angry Samoans,
Ponytail,
Soft Cell,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Terry Callier,
Lindisfarne,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gabor Szabo,
Heaven 17,
Jandek,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.