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 Macedonia and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
DJ Style,
John Foxx,
Bill Near,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Blake Baxter,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nico,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Mandrill,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Remains,
The Dirtbombs,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Surgeon,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
One Last Wish,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Fatback Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slave,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Bauhaus,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Minny Pops,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris & Cosey,
The Barracudas,
Wasted Youth,
X-102,
Gang Gang Dance,
Das Ding,
The Fall,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Velvet Underground,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
Subhumans,
The Fortunes,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.