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 Mali and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Mary Jane Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
Lakeside,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
Dead Boys,
Pantytec,
OOIOO,
Ossler,
New York Dolls,
Fatback Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
Cybotron,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sixth Finger,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Brand Nubian,
Carl Craig,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Divine Comedy,
Donald Byrd,
Mandrill,
The Tremeloes,
The Modern Lovers,
Pussy Galore,
Rites of Spring,
The Smiths,
Robert Hood,
Black Sheep,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Mummies,
The Gun Club,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.