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 Montenegro and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Circle Jerks to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ten City,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Cure,
The Vogues,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
Lou Christie,
Livin' Joy,
The Five Americans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Masters at Work,
China Crisis,
Urselle,
JFA,
Ken Boothe,
Arthur Verocai,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Nirvana,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
The Residents,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pussy Galore,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ralphi Rosario,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
Adolescents,
X-102,
Bang On A Can,
The Music Machine,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
World's Most,
Quantec,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Fluxion,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Pole,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.