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 Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Mr. Review to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlbäck record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Spandau Ballet,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
The Doobie Brothers,
Blancmange,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
B.T. Express,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thee Headcoats,
The Five Americans,
Pole,
Funkadelic,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Durutti Column,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
LL Cool J,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Hashim,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Robert Hood,
Lakeside,
Cluster,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Hasil Adkins,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Soft Machine,
Desert Stars,
Intrusion,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tim Buckley,
Jandek,
Charles Mingus,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Tommy Roe,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Moebius,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Evens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Interpol,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.