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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 June Days to the disco 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
The Evens,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Jeff Lynne,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Rites of Spring,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fire Engines,
Whodini,
Porter Ricks,
Gong,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Carl Craig,
Magma,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thee Headcoats,
Arcadia,
Bill Wells,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Divine Comedy,
DJ Style,
Ten City,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eurythmics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
Ludus,
Lower 48,
Delon & Dalcan,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Byron Stingily,
Bronski Beat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The United States of America,
Moebius,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.