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 Cyprus and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 The Beau Brummels to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brothers Johnson,
David Axelrod,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
Dawn Penn,
Motorama,
Unrelated Segments,
Matthew Halsall,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yellowson,
Unwound,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Gang Green,
cv313,
June of 44,
Infiniti,
Barrington Levy,
The Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Janne Schatter,
the Bar-Kays,
Ten City,
The Music Machine,
EPMD,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Guru Guru,
Byron Stingily,
Eddi Front,
Outsiders,
The Black Dice,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Slave,
Black Flag,
Soft Cell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
H. Thieme,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.