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 Libya 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 Fatback Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacob Miller,
The Fuzztones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deadbeat,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
The Electric Prunes,
Alton Ellis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Das Ding,
Pagans,
Colin Newman,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Darondo,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Al Stewart,
Franke,
Aswad,
Steve Hackett,
Altered Images,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
the Sonics,
Delta 5,
Reuben Wilson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Hardrive,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Rotary Connection,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Juan Atkins,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Organ,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.