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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
One Last Wish,
Al Stewart,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Zeros,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Raincoats,
Kas Product,
The Tremeloes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Excepter,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Mark Hollis,
New Order,
Bobby Sherman,
Nils Olav,
Pole,
Cybotron,
Fluxion,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Junior Murvin,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
Sonic Youth,
Trumans Water,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
The Blues Magoos,
Jeff Lynne,
Jawbox,
Soft Cell,
Flamin' Groovies,
Little Man,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Kinks,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Walker Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Von Mondo,
Fad Gadget,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Derrick May,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alison Limerick,
Lower 48,
Ohio Players,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.