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 Croatia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 güiro 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 The Names to the disco 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Urselle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brick,
Crash Course in Science,
Au Pairs,
Jeru the Damaja,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Altered Images,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris Corsano,
The Happenings,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
the Soft Cell,
Gabor Szabo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cluster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cure,
Outsiders,
Bob Dylan,
Basic Channel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Man Eating Sloth,
Iggy Pop,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Kerrie Biddell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
The Star Department,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dawn Penn,
Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage, Camouflage.
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.