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 Congo and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fear,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Prince Buster,
Lungfish,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oblivians,
Motorama,
Cymande,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Byron Stingily,
The Moody Blues,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rapeman,
A Certain Ratio,
The Offenders,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Pop Group,
Accadde A,
Organ,
Throbbing Gristle,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Pierre Henry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Slick Rick,
Isaac Hayes,
Todd Rundgren,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mantronix,
Eric Copeland,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sandy B,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lyres,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Malaria!,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Bowie,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.