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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Delon & Dalcan to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Patti Smith,
Severed Heads,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Sällskapet,
Albert Ayler,
Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
The Divine Comedy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
Lucky Dragons,
Faraquet,
Kayak,
Gichy Dan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Judy Mowatt,
Swell Maps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cluster,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
The United States of America,
Graham Central Station,
Hardrive,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
Gang Gang Dance,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Stooges,
Lakeside,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Chrome,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minor Threat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crime,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yusef Lateef,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.