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 Japan and from Beijing.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lindisfarne,
The Gap Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fear,
Electric Prunes,
Circle Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Lyres,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
Slick Rick,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Moleskins,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Dead C,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Minor Threat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sister Nancy,
Neu!,
Erasure,
Negative Approach,
Public Enemy,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.