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 Suriname and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro 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 a-ha to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Green,
Nico,
Brick,
Technova,
Cluster,
Jandek,
Excepter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Erasure,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scion,
Terry Callier,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Duran Duran,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wolf Eyes,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Monolake,
Kayak,
Todd Rundgren,
ABC,
Alton Ellis,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barry Ungar,
Sun Ra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mr. Review,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moebius,
Barbara Tucker,
Subhumans,
John Holt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rod Modell,
Don Cherry,
Henry Cow,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Sixth Finger,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.