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 Algeria and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sun City Girls to the dance 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
In Retrospect,
The Gap Band,
JFA,
Laurel Aitken,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
Alice Coltrane,
Stiv Bators,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Niagra,
Depeche Mode,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric Copeland,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tears for Fears,
Nirvana,
Rapeman,
Q and Not U,
the Swans,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Bobby Byrd,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Stetsasonic,
OOIOO,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Throbbing Gristle,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.