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 Sierra Leone and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 marimba 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 Josef K to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Carl Craig,
Rufus Thomas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Davy DMX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Saccharine Trust,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Rotary Connection,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
The Saints,
The Dave Clark Five,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Kayak,
The Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
The J.B.'s,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Normal,
Motorama,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Monks,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
the Slits,
Bauhaus,
PIL,
T. Rex,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Hoover,
Slick Rick,
Eric Dolphy,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.