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 Germany and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Harmonia to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
E-Dancer,
Dave Gahan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hashim,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Fluxion,
T. Rex,
the Association,
Trumans Water,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Toasters,
The Smoke,
Surgeon,
The Neon Judgement,
Mantronix,
Matthew Halsall,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
The United States of America,
Barrington Levy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Symarip,
The Raincoats,
New Age Steppers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
The Offenders,
Letta Mbulu,
Sarah Menescal,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Erasure,
Joe Smooth,
Shoche,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Rundgren,
Boz Scaggs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Joe Finger,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.