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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 synthesizer 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 Harmonia to the techno 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Make Up,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Easy Going,
Scratch Acid,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Althea and Donna,
Chris Corsano,
Scott Walker,
Can,
Minny Pops,
Leonard Cohen,
Patti Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Skarface,
Minutemen,
Charles Mingus,
Jawbox,
Little Man,
Y Pants,
The Cure,
Mr. Review,
Warren Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
Glambeats Corp.,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mantronix,
Cybotron,
Index,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lungfish,
Surgeon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arab on Radar,
Amazonics,
Interpol,
Ralphi Rosario,
Procol Harum,
Soft Machine,
Fat Boys,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Marvin Gaye,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heaven 17,
Bauhaus,
Joe Finger,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.