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 Netherlands and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the organ 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 Technova to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Dave Gahan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
Supertramp,
The Walker Brothers,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Stetsasonic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
T.S.O.L.,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
Whodini,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Q65,
Motorama,
Von Mondo,
Warren Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
Slick Rick,
Black Pus,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alice Coltrane,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Fluxion,
The Barracudas,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Evens,
Basic Channel,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Lightning Bolt,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Electric Prunes,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Junior Murvin,
The Slits,
The Motions,
Crime,
Wally Richardson,
Tom Boy,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Desert Stars,
Country Teasers,
Patti Smith,
Danielle Patucci,
The Monochrome Set,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.