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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 chamberlin 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime 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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Country Teasers,
Scott Walker,
Scientists,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Johnny Clarke,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
The Count Five,
Suburban Knight,
The Pretty Things,
Aswad,
Rod Modell,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Rapeman,
Ohio Players,
Fluxion,
Warsaw,
Kerri Chandler,
Hot Snakes,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joensuu 1685,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
H. Thieme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
AZ,
The Dave Clark Five,
Section 25,
Steve Hackett,
Newcleus,
Vainqueur,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Yazoo,
Al Stewart,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Offenders,
Marine Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
ABBA,
Chrome,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
Colin Newman,
Pulsallama,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Y Pants,
Faust,
Derrick May,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.