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 Poland and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soulsonic Force to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Eden Ahbez,
Marvin Gaye,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
Sex Pistols,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantaleimon,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
the Slits,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Josef K,
Grauzone,
Angry Samoans,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
Brand Nubian,
Harpers Bizarre,
Japan,
Simply Red,
Suburban Knight,
Eric Dolphy,
Hardrive,
Pere Ubu,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Reed,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Section 25,
Johnny Clarke,
Tom Boy,
David Bowie,
Shoche,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Graham Central Station,
Slave,
Silicon Teens,
Lakeside,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Trumans Water,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Icehouse,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kas Product,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.