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 Seychelles and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Sam Rivers,
The Young Rascals,
Franke,
Loose Ends,
Josef K,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Lyres,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Lalann,
OOIOO,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
Eric Dolphy,
Q and Not U,
The Mummies,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mission of Burma,
Scan 7,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Associates,
Newcleus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Skaos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Accadde A,
The Red Krayola,
Freddie Wadling,
Nik Kershaw,
ABBA,
Pulsallama,
Thee Headcoats,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Soft Cell,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Skriet,
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.