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 Togo and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Morten Harket to the techno 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Pulsallama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nick Fraelich,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Lucky Dragons,
Bauhaus,
Suburban Knight,
Echospace,
Spoonie Gee,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Slits,
the Normal,
Youth Brigade,
The Blackbyrds,
Groovy Waters,
Jeff Lynne,
Accadde A,
Arab on Radar,
Wings,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Birthday Party,
Steve Hackett,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rites of Spring,
Rapeman,
Nico,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fire Engines,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Victims,
the Association,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Hashim,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Saints,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Ohio Players,
Black Bananas,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.