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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Donald Byrd,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Au Pairs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Crime,
Aural Exciters,
Suburban Knight,
Pole,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Scratch Acid,
The Black Dice,
Fugazi,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jacques Brel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Sherman,
Pere Ubu,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
Organ,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Warren Ellis,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
Neu!,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Stooges,
Roger Hodgson,
Scion,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Five Americans,
Joy Division,
Todd Terry,
Thompson Twins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.