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 Samoa and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 UT to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Black Moon,
Barbara Tucker,
Ken Boothe,
Charles Mingus,
CMW,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Janne Schatter,
Television Personalities,
Stiv Bators,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Q65,
Shoche,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Red Krayola,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wally Richardson,
Reuben Wilson,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Aloha Tigers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Leaves,
Lightning Bolt,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiohead,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Residents,
The Pretty Things,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Q and Not U,
Nas,
Mark Hollis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.