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 Saudi Arabia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the rhodes 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators 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 techno 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 spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Moon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
Ken Boothe,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Sound Behaviour,
Aaron Thompson,
Crash Course in Science,
Warsaw,
Scan 7,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
Sandy B,
Thompson Twins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Kinks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Barclay James Harvest,
The United States of America,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Al Stewart,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Judy Mowatt,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Average White Band,
Pussy Galore,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Guru Guru,
Panda Bear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Fela Kuti,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Unrelated Segments,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mad Mike,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Smiths,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.