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 Congo and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fat Boys to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Simply Red,
EPMD,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Selecter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lungfish,
Nik Kershaw,
Scrapy,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Barracudas,
Skarface,
The Pop Group,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
The Birthday Party,
48th St. Collective,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Starr,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skaos,
Morten Harket,
PIL,
Franke,
Amon Düül,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-Ray Spex,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mantronix,
The Human League,
Terrestrial Tones,
H. Thieme,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.