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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Shanghai.
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 oboe 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 Techniques to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultravox,
John Cale,
Barry Ungar,
James White and The Blacks,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Durutti Column,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Radio Birdman,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vainqueur,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Sheep,
Rites of Spring,
Zapp,
Television,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Hasil Adkins,
Pantaleimon,
Archie Shepp,
The Grass Roots,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Scan 7,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Ituana,
Spoonie Gee,
David Bowie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharoah Sanders,
48th St. Collective,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Half Japanese,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Freddie Wadling,
the Soft Cell,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ten City,
June of 44,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.