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 Kyrgyzstan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord 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 Soft Cell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pulsallama,
Lucky Dragons,
The Sonics,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Al Stewart,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Rosa Yemen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rod Modell,
The Fall,
Q65,
Negative Approach,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
The Buckinghams,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
48th St. Collective,
The Durutti Column,
Babytalk,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Subhumans,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Doors,
Ken Boothe,
ABC,
Amon Düül,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Soft Cell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fire Engines,
Deadbeat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Magma,
Peter & Gordon,
Monks,
Dave Gahan,
Marine Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
The Saints,
The Offenders,
Lalann,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
X-102,
Organ,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.