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 Fiji and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Animal Collective,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maurizio,
Harmonia,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
Neil Young,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Clarke,
Slave,
La Düsseldorf,
The Offenders,
New York Dolls,
Sound Behaviour,
Laurel Aitken,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
the Association,
Rosa Yemen,
The Remains,
Gong,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
The Busters,
Japan,
Lungfish,
Minny Pops,
The Pretty Things,
Anthony Braxton,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Scion,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
The Beau Brummels,
The Happenings,
Ronan,
The Divine Comedy,
Massinfluence,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Parry Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sixth Finger,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.