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 Grenada and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Derrick Morgan to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Dave Gahan,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Audionom,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Litter,
Matthew Halsall,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Colin Newman,
New Order,
Dead Boys,
Smog,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Model 500,
Pagans,
Silicon Teens,
Saccharine Trust,
Carl Craig,
Bill Wells,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronnie Foster,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Khruangbin,
Sound Behaviour,
Tears for Fears,
ABBA,
Crooked Eye,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonic Youth,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Slick Rick,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.