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 Beijing.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sound Behaviour record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Magma,
Average White Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bobby Womack,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dirtbombs,
DJ Style,
Das Ding,
Suburban Knight,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Josef K,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nik Kershaw,
Alphaville,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Agent Orange,
The Vogues,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Desert Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
The Pretty Things,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cymande,
The Fire Engines,
Zero Boys,
The Trojans,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dual Sessions,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Marc Almond,
John Lydon,
Country Teasers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.