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 Qatar and from Portland.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Blancmange,
Soft Cell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brand Nubian,
Liliput,
Half Japanese,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Rekid,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Byrd,
The Mojo Men,
Y Pants,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Scratch Acid,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric Copeland,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Funkadelic,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Morten Harket,
Connie Case,
Gong,
Jacob Miller,
Au Pairs,
Bronski Beat,
The Modern Lovers,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang Green,
Quantec,
The Real Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Beasts of Bourbon,
X-101,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Faust,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.