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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 the Slits 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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
Make Up,
Aloha Tigers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Freddie Wadling,
Eurythmics,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Radio Birdman,
Neu!,
Niagra,
Ronnie Foster,
U.S. Maple,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Danielle Patucci,
Jandek,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
Rites of Spring,
T.S.O.L.,
Quantec,
Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stereo Dub,
Marc Almond,
Cybotron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Pere Ubu,
the Slits,
Altered Images,
Erykah Badu,
Tim Buckley,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Graham Central Station,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express, B.T. Express.
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.