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 Honduras and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the crunk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alison Limerick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cymande,
Babytalk,
World's Most,
Todd Terry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Morten Harket,
Visage,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonic Youth,
Crime,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Black Dice,
Kevin Saunderson,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Jeff Lynne,
Masters at Work,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Al Stewart,
Wasted Youth,
Althea and Donna,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wolf Eyes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cameo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
The Gladiators,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ludus,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
The Real Kids,
John Lydon,
The Durutti Column,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Oneida,
Urselle,
Bronski Beat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.