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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 DNA 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
H. Thieme,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Pole,
Deepchord,
China Crisis,
Donny Hathaway,
Barbara Tucker,
Anakelly,
Bootsy Collins,
cv313,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Chris & Cosey,
Section 25,
Laurel Aitken,
Hardrive,
Sällskapet,
The Barracudas,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
Tubeway Army,
Davy DMX,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
The Mighty Diamonds,
B.T. Express,
John Lydon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Cramps,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Sneak,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
Goldenarms,
Bush Tetras,
Eric Copeland,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Rod Modell,
Bang On A Can,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.