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 Singapore and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Los Fastidios,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
These Immortal Souls,
Bauhaus,
Symarip,
Mo-Dettes,
Maurizio,
MDC,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Roxy Music,
New Age Steppers,
Donny Hathaway,
Index,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pierre Henry,
Scion,
Can,
Fat Boys,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Blancmange,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
Absolute Body Control,
New York Dolls,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Bill Near,
Lee Hazlewood,
James White and The Blacks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Techniques,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Crooked Eye,
Ultimate Spinach,
a-ha,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
The Barracudas,
The Slits,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lindisfarne,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.