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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum 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 Gerry Rafferty to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Wolf Eyes,
Porter Ricks,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Patti Smith,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker,
Quadrant,
The Fortunes,
Popol Vuh,
Archie Shepp,
Jerry's Kids,
Bill Near,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Yellowson,
Eden Ahbez,
Roxy Music,
Vladislav Delay,
Buzzcocks,
Fela Kuti,
Erykah Badu,
Guru Guru,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
Roxette,
James White and The Blacks,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Cheater Slicks,
Audionom,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Skatalites,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Swell Maps,
B.T. Express,
Marine Girls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
The Offenders,
kango's stein massive,
This Heat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Walker Brothers,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Average White Band,
Con Funk Shun,
Symarip,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.