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 the UAE and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 the Normal to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deepchord,
The Barracudas,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Spandau Ballet,
The Modern Lovers,
Goldenarms,
David Axelrod,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Infiniti,
Bobby Womack,
New Order,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sight & Sound,
Scott Walker,
Alice Coltrane,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun City Girls,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Jeff Lynne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Subhumans,
Sparks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Shoche,
Pole,
Depeche Mode,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.