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 Ecuador and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 synthesizer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Iggy Pop,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
Deepchord,
Aural Exciters,
MC5,
Bobby Byrd,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Divine Comedy,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Last Poets,
Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deakin,
The Young Rascals,
Fugazi,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Unrelated Segments,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
David Axelrod,
China Crisis,
Bush Tetras,
Warsaw,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
T.S.O.L.,
One Last Wish,
Sparks,
Toni Rubio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
Black Bananas,
Roxette,
Bobby Sherman,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.