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 Azerbaijan and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Radiohead to the grime 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slackers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Khruangbin,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Fatback Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Moss Icon,
Technova,
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Half Japanese,
The Human League,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Nils Olav,
Mission of Burma,
The Velvet Underground,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
Oblivians,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Flag,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Nik Kershaw,
Matthew Bourne,
Sister Nancy,
MDC,
Lou Christie,
Rekid,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Glenn Branca,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Zero Boys,
Man Parrish,
Lungfish,
Skarface,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Brick,
The Knickerbockers,
Audionom,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Gil Scott Heron,
Con Funk Shun,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.