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 France and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Surgeon to the electroclash 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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
the Sonics,
The Red Krayola,
The Slits,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Ronnie Foster,
Von Mondo,
New Order,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Saccharine Trust,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kenny Larkin,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Neil Young,
Graham Central Station,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Moby Grape,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Blancmange,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Q65,
Kayak,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Livin' Joy,
Clear Light,
Magazine,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
Circle Jerks,
Ronan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Stiv Bators,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
Tres Demented,
Henry Cow,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Lyres,
Lakeside,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft, Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft.
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.