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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Colin Newman,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Severed Heads,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ronnie Foster,
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Scientists,
Lalann,
The Sonics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Leonard Cohen,
The Golliwogs,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Letta Mbulu,
The Mojo Men,
Carl Craig,
Howard Jones,
Nico,
cv313,
Soft Cell,
The Walker Brothers,
Siglo XX,
One Last Wish,
Deepchord,
Procol Harum,
Eurythmics,
Yusef Lateef,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Outsiders,
The Victims,
the Germs,
Aural Exciters,
The Moody Blues,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Moby Grape,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Infiniti,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.