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 Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Livin' Joy,
Panda Bear,
The United States of America,
Mars,
Chris Corsano,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brothers Johnson,
Avey Tare,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Adolescents,
Neu!,
The Gun Club,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
In Retrospect,
Nik Kershaw,
James White and The Blacks,
Swell Maps,
The Five Americans,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Funkadelic,
Monks,
Mark Hollis,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
World's Most,
DNA,
Joey Negro,
The Residents,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Hot Snakes,
Trumans Water,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.