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 Malaysia and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron 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 Blancmange to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Graham Central Station,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Urselle,
The Gun Club,
The Wake,
Agent Orange,
Skriet,
kango's stein massive,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
The Saints,
Donald Byrd,
Isaac Hayes,
The Stooges,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Infiniti,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fall,
Darondo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Y Pants,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rekid,
Circle Jerks,
Delta 5,
Adolescents,
Leonard Cohen,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
ABC,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Desert Stars,
The Count Five,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
ABBA,
FM Einheit,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
Susan Cadogan,
Metal Thangz,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.