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 Yemen and from New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lalo Schifrin to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Harry Pussy,
Zero Boys,
David Bowie,
The Grass Roots,
Rosa Yemen,
Unwound,
Robert Görl,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
T. Rex,
Junior Murvin,
Television Personalities,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Q and Not U,
Whodini,
Heaven 17,
Japan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sister Nancy,
Country Teasers,
Nils Olav,
The Fortunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
X-102,
Can,
Neu!,
Rod Modell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
Lou Christie,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
The Move,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
Leonard Cohen,
Kurtis Blow,
Grauzone,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crispy Ambulance,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.