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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Soft Cell to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Steve Hackett,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Slits,
Althea and Donna,
Buzzcocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Davy DMX,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Lyres,
Crime,
the Slits,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Faraquet,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
John Cale,
Zapp,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rakim,
Rosa Yemen,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Fugazi,
Eric B and Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Chrome,
Barbara Tucker,
Ponytail,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Remains,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Los Fastidios,
Joe Smooth,
The Shadows of Knight,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
Robert Görl,
Babytalk,
Yaz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tommy Roe,
Colin Newman,
Faust,
Lou Christie,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.