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 Oman and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Faust to the crunk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Neon Judgement,
Freddie Wadling,
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Eurythmics,
The Martian,
Thompson Twins,
Judy Mowatt,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
PIL,
Drexciya,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ten City,
The Velvet Underground,
Tres Demented,
Roger Hodgson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Warsaw,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Nils Olav,
The Last Poets,
Bang On A Can,
Soft Machine,
Japan,
Nico,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gories,
Graham Central Station,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moby Grape,
Franke,
Eric Copeland,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Underground Resistance,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Rundgren,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Divine Comedy,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.