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 Sudan and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Blancmange,
Basic Channel,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
ABC,
Babytalk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Jacques Brel,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Patti Smith,
Bill Wells,
The Misunderstood,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
James White and The Blacks,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
La Düsseldorf,
Jesper Dahlback,
Camouflage,
The Raincoats,
Index,
Nico,
Crash Course in Science,
PIL,
The Young Rascals,
David Axelrod,
Moby Grape,
Pagans,
Sound Behaviour,
Howard Jones,
Thee Headcoats,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.