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 Congo and from London.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun City Girls,
Vainqueur,
Organ,
Godley & Creme,
Altered Images,
Kaleidoscope,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
The Happenings,
Eve St. Jones,
The Cowsills,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Isaac Hayes,
Television Personalities,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Agitation Free,
Nas,
the Normal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Qualms,
Q65,
Grandmaster Flash,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mo-Dettes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Janne Schatter,
Don Cherry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Joy Division,
This Heat,
Ultravox,
Derrick Morgan,
Q and Not U,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.