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 the UAE 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 CMW to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Magazine,
The Pretty Things,
Stereo Dub,
The Birthday Party,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Byron Stingily,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Funky Four + One,
Warren Ellis,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
Banda Bassotti,
Faust,
Godley & Creme,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Residents,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gichy Dan,
the Swans,
Neil Young,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Gabor Szabo,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Newcleus,
Lightning Bolt,
the Slits,
Amazonics,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Monolake,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nico,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bobby Sherman,
LL Cool J,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Brick,
Popol Vuh,
The Walker Brothers,
Soft Cell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Kool Moe Dee,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.