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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Monolake to the grunge 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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
Juan Atkins,
Man Parrish,
John Lydon,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Bobby Sherman,
Fugazi,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minutemen,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moss Icon,
Monolake,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Soft Cell,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Harmonia,
Inner City,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
Section 25,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Visage,
Mad Mike,
Pantaleimon,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Neon Judgement,
Essential Logic,
The Angels of Light,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
Nas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Surgeon,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.