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 Russia and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron 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 The Barracudas to the disco 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Offenders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Matthew Bourne,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Lee Hazlewood,
Darondo,
Scientists,
kango's stein massive,
The Moleskins,
Moby Grape,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Bobby Sherman,
The Trojans,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Isaac Hayes,
Rapeman,
Anakelly,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Human League,
Radiohead,
The Smiths,
The Velvet Underground,
Thee Headcoats,
Archie Shepp,
The Fortunes,
Fatback Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
MDC,
Bad Manners,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Tremeloes,
Average White Band,
World's Most,
Bobby Womack,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.