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 Iran 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delon & Dalcan,
A Certain Ratio,
Soft Machine,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television Personalities,
CMW,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Franke,
Model 500,
Skarface,
The J.B.'s,
Andrew Hill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barbara Tucker,
PIL,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Vladislav Delay,
MDC,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Clear Light,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cowsills,
Mandrill,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Bill Wells,
DNA,
Slave,
Smog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Buckinghams,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.