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 Latvia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Johnny Osbourne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Los Fastidios,
Fear,
Roxette,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Brick,
Eric Copeland,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Zero Boys,
Wolf Eyes,
The Stooges,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crime,
Connie Case,
Nico,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gong,
Unrelated Segments,
Fela Kuti,
K-Klass,
Jacques Brel,
Joy Division,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flash Fearless,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
OOIOO,
Eddi Front,
Charles Mingus,
The Blackbyrds,
B.T. Express,
X-Ray Spex,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Public Enemy,
Outsiders,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Letta Mbulu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.