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 Kuwait and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 The Monks to the crunk 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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
the Germs,
Kas Product,
Gang Green,
Public Image Ltd.,
Absolute Body Control,
Stetsasonic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Unrelated Segments,
Roxette,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Quando Quango,
The American Breed,
Mandrill,
KRS-One,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Gichy Dan,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Royal Trux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
John Foxx,
DJ Sneak,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash,
K-Klass,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
10cc,
Icehouse,
Danielle Patucci,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Slits,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Sex Pistols,
Ice-T,
Michelle Simonal,
Matthew Bourne,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.