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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Eric Dolphy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Tears for Fears,
Royal Trux,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Byron Stingily,
Masters at Work,
Sight & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
The Grass Roots,
Barbara Tucker,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Deakin,
Mandrill,
The Victims,
Siglo XX,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Reagan Youth,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Radiohead,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
The Zeros,
Chris Corsano,
Moby Grape,
Stiv Bators,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Tropical Tobacco,
Slick Rick,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Flipper,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
F. McDonald,
The Smoke,
Wally Richardson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Gerry Rafferty,
K-Klass,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Mission of Burma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
John Foxx,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.