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 Uzbekistan and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Arcadia to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dave Gahan,
Crime,
Dead Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marvin Gaye,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Normal,
Minnie Riperton,
Babytalk,
Rod Modell,
Judy Mowatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shoche,
China Crisis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Index,
Qualms,
Metal Thangz,
Marmalade,
Cymande,
Robert Wyatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABC,
Talk Talk,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Derrick May,
Rekid,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Q and Not U,
OOIOO,
Das Ding,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Kool Moe Dee,
10cc,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Misunderstood,
Terry Callier,
Japan,
X-102,
Skriet,
Gang of Four,
Reagan Youth,
John Foxx,
Danielle Patucci,
Pantytec,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.