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 Sweden and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Bauhaus to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Danielle Patucci,
The Alarm Clocks,
Camberwell Now,
EPMD,
Marvin Gaye,
The Happenings,
Monks,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Country Teasers,
Davy DMX,
Glambeats Corp.,
Make Up,
Nick Fraelich,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
The Gories,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Velvet Underground,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
cv313,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Interpol,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MC5,
The Techniques,
Visage,
Spandau Ballet,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Aloha Tigers,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Harry Pussy,
Alison Limerick,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Goldenarms,
Cabaret Voltaire,
June Days,
The Star Department,
Fugazi,
Saccharine Trust,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.