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 Samoa 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arcadia to the punk 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Robert Hood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
The Smoke,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Glenn Branca,
Von Mondo,
Loose Ends,
Ohio Players,
Roxy Music,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Chris & Cosey,
Urselle,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
Laurel Aitken,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Malaria!,
Althea and Donna,
Fad Gadget,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Porter Ricks,
Television,
Simply Red,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Q65,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Half Japanese,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
Camouflage,
Lakeside,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mummies,
Mark Hollis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.