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 Dominican Republic and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Modern Lovers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
Ronan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Hill,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Wings,
Althea and Donna,
The Doors,
Terrestrial Tones,
T. Rex,
Sun Ra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skaos,
Aloha Tigers,
Eurythmics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Camberwell Now,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ossler,
the Bar-Kays,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Oneida,
Jerry's Kids,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Liliput,
Albert Ayler,
Soulsonic Force,
Outsiders,
Parry Music,
Bronski Beat,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Aural Exciters,
Cluster,
The Black Dice,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
the Normal,
Mars,
The Wake,
Todd Rundgren,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Siglo XX,
CMW,
Organ,
Pole,
Ken Boothe,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.