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 Vanuatu and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 The Fugs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
CMW,
the Germs,
Pussy Galore,
Kas Product,
Negative Approach,
Pierre Henry,
Theoretical Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Visage,
Lakeside,
Organ,
Flipper,
Mr. Review,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rites of Spring,
The Saints,
a-ha,
The Shadows of Knight,
Clear Light,
The Real Kids,
In Retrospect,
Johnny Clarke,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
The Zeros,
Duran Duran,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Icehouse,
The Associates,
Urselle,
Erasure,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!,
Aswad,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Little Man,
Mark Hollis,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
A Certain Ratio,
Glenn Branca,
Fela Kuti,
Monolake,
The Doors,
Ludus,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.