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 New Zealand and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 theremin 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Jeff Lynne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Godley & Creme,
The Fuzztones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dark Day,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
The Busters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rod Modell,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
New Order,
X-102,
Magma,
Marc Almond,
Radio Birdman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Derrick May,
Severed Heads,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joe Finger,
Wally Richardson,
Procol Harum,
Brand Nubian,
Eurythmics,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Audionom,
Grauzone,
Eli Mardock,
Harmonia,
Joe Smooth,
Depeche Mode,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
Pierre Henry,
Sexual Harrassment,
Man Parrish,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Jacques Brel,
Zero Boys,
Jesper Dahlback,
R.M.O.,
Franke,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.