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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the sitar 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 disco 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Dual Sessions,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Crooked Eye,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Bob Dylan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fat Boys,
The Angels of Light,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terry Callier,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wally Richardson,
Severed Heads,
Sandy B,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Infiniti,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Lightning Bolt,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Bauhaus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neu!,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
a-ha,
David Axelrod,
10cc,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rakim,
Dawn Penn,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aural Exciters,
FM Einheit,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.