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 Libya and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
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 spring reverb 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 Livin' Joy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sarah Menescal,
Los Fastidios,
Eddi Front,
Rapeman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Monks,
Gang of Four,
Max Romeo,
Barrington Levy,
Kurtis Blow,
Erasure,
Jacob Miller,
The Names,
Peter and Kerry,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Jacques Brel,
Subhumans,
Stiv Bators,
Wire,
Josef K,
Bill Wells,
A Flock of Seagulls,
R.M.O.,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Severed Heads,
Niagra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Young Rascals,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Litter,
Bluetip,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Alton Ellis,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Busters,
JFA,
MDC,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Hill,
Kool Moe Dee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ronan,
Dead Boys,
The Dave Clark Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.