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 Fiji and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 arpeggiator 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 Marmalade to the crunk 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Pere Ubu,
China Crisis,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The New Christs,
Lindisfarne,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gladiators,
Sonic Youth,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Order,
Faust,
World's Most,
Moby Grape,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Buzzcocks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Red Krayola,
John Cale,
The Misunderstood,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills,
Deakin,
The Index,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Youth Brigade,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pussy Galore,
Maurizio,
New York Dolls,
Minutemen,
Scrapy,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.