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 Laos and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leaves to the dance 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deakin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Cybotron,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Shuggie Otis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cameo,
Blossom Toes,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Massinfluence,
Television Personalities,
the Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Avey Tare,
The Mojo Men,
New Age Steppers,
Vainqueur,
Leonard Cohen,
The Happenings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Morten Harket,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Clarke,
Black Sheep,
The Black Dice,
Derrick May,
Ronan,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
DJ Sneak,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Searchers,
Subhumans,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Womack,
Minny Pops,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Leaves,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
The Smoke,
Das Ding,
Essential Logic,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.