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 Tuvalu and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Shanghai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Japan,
Magma,
Isaac Hayes,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Surgeon,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Johnny Clarke,
Nick Fraelich,
The Associates,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu,
Tomorrow,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
DNA,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Depeche Mode,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Wally Richardson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Schoolly D,
FM Einheit,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tim Buckley,
Suburban Knight,
Drexciya,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Curtis Mayfield,
John Foxx,
Matthew Bourne,
Kas Product,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.