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 Madagascar and from Copenhagen.
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 Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Robert Görl to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
The Gun Club,
Depeche Mode,
Amazonics,
Fad Gadget,
Grauzone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Babytalk,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Television,
Arcadia,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nirvana,
Minny Pops,
the Human League,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Associates,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sun Ra,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers,
Davy DMX,
Grey Daturas,
Cheater Slicks,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
Icehouse,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Music Machine,
Tom Boy,
Marvin Gaye,
The Litter,
Ossler,
Wolf Eyes,
Quantec,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Tremeloes,
Chris Corsano,
Byron Stingily,
Fear,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
John Cale,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.