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 Bologna.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Tubeway Army to the electroclash 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lakeside,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Livin' Joy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry's Kids,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Yazoo,
Severed Heads,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Unwound,
Judy Mowatt,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
The Martian,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Henry Cow,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Das Ding,
Faust,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
ABBA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Albert Ayler,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agent Orange,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hardrive,
Theoretical Girls,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Underground Resistance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
UT,
Bauhaus,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.