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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Banda Bassotti to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Mad Mike,
The Invisible,
the Bar-Kays,
Alison Limerick,
Cal Tjader,
Michelle Simonal,
The Star Department,
The Skatalites,
Altered Images,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Icehouse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
the Human League,
Suburban Knight,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Dawn Penn,
Aaron Thompson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Moss Icon,
X-102,
Quantec,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Walker Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Minutemen,
Eve St. Jones,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
John Cale,
Mark Hollis,
Rosa Yemen,
Charles Mingus,
Fat Boys,
the Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.