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 Saudi Arabia and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the disco 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yaz,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
Basic Channel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultravox,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
Peter and Kerry,
Wally Richardson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
Lightning Bolt,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Radiopuhelimet,
James White and The Blacks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Idris Muhammad,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Visage,
Whodini,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
the Human League,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fuzztones,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The Index,
Crooked Eye,
B.T. Express,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Curtis Mayfield,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
New York Dolls,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gap Band,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.