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 Suriname and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Surgeon,
Freddie Wadling,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Excepter,
Erykah Badu,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bauhaus,
Crash Course in Science,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Wire,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Skaos,
The United States of America,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Siglo XX,
Nico,
Sound Behaviour,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Aaron Thompson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Bill Wells,
The Searchers,
Fat Boys,
Loose Ends,
A Certain Ratio,
Pylon,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
These Immortal Souls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore,
Zero Boys,
Ken Boothe,
Youth Brigade,
Black Sheep,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.