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 Botswana and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Ludus to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arcadia,
8 Eyed Spy,
Procol Harum,
Man Parrish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Popol Vuh,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Visage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aural Exciters,
Ken Boothe,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gil Scott Heron,
Guru Guru,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Alphaville,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Brass Construction,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Knickerbockers,
Radiohead,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q and Not U,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
Zero Boys,
The Remains,
June of 44,
the Association,
Cymande,
Lightning Bolt,
The Martian,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
Robert Hood,
Make Up,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Jawbox,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.