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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Tears for Fears to the rock 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
T. Rex,
Blancmange,
The Young Rascals,
the Germs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Faust,
Sun Ra,
Pylon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
K-Klass,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Lou Reed,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
Yellowson,
Judy Mowatt,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rufus Thomas,
Adolescents,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Yaz,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerrie Biddell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
David Bowie,
Second Layer,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sarah Menescal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Neil Young,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skaos,
Bronski Beat,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
Don Cherry,
Anakelly,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
Guru Guru,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.