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 Nauru 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Buckinghams to the grunge 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Roxy Music,
Bang On A Can,
Das Ding,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sparks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Davy DMX,
The Red Krayola,
The Saints,
The Buckinghams,
Harpers Bizarre,
Slick Rick,
Lee Hazlewood,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Thee Headcoats,
Harmonia,
Juan Atkins,
Khruangbin,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
One Last Wish,
Agitation Free,
The Wake,
MDC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Buzzcocks,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Steve Hackett,
Visage,
MC5,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Letta Mbulu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Beau Brummels,
OOIOO,
Neu!,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hasil Adkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.