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 Angola and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Mumbai.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
David McCallum,
Thompson Twins,
Malaria!,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Thee Headcoats,
Delta 5,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Motorama,
Toni Rubio,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
Scan 7,
Tears for Fears,
Pulsallama,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Radio Birdman,
Talk Talk,
The Fugs,
John Cale,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hashim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Seeds,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Dave Clark Five,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
The Blues Magoos,
China Crisis,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
the Association,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.