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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. 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?
Goldenarms,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
The Real Kids,
Crash Course in Science,
Wally Richardson,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
The Monochrome Set,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Red Krayola,
Ituana,
Cymande,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Icehouse,
Eric Copeland,
The Five Americans,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Kayak,
Can,
Newcleus,
The Searchers,
Audionom,
Joensuu 1685,
Swans,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Music Machine,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Y Pants,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
the Human League,
X-102,
Maleditus Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
The Modern Lovers,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Flesh Eaters,
Half Japanese,
Minor Threat,
The Invisible,
The Young Rascals,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.