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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Amazonics to the grunge 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Sarah Menescal,
The Modern Lovers,
Erykah Badu,
The Raincoats,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Standells,
Alton Ellis,
Sound Behaviour,
Erasure,
The Saints,
Thee Headcoats,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pierre Henry,
The Litter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Hoover,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Hasil Adkins,
Lou Reed,
Delon & Dalcan,
Angry Samoans,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
Camouflage,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ultravox,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slits,
The Seeds,
Nik Kershaw,
The Golliwogs,
The Stooges,
Matthew Bourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Supertramp,
Harmonia,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Flash Fearless,
Stiv Bators,
Cymande,
The Angels of Light,
Reagan Youth,
The Durutti Column,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.