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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantaleimon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Intrusion,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Gabor Szabo,
Barrington Levy,
The Angels of Light,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
Sight & Sound,
The Fugs,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Rakim,
Icehouse,
Organ,
Al Stewart,
Scratch Acid,
Marc Almond,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeff Lynne,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Roger Hodgson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Litter,
Swans,
Soft Cell,
These Immortal Souls,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blackbyrds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Groovy Waters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Nico,
Con Funk Shun,
Soulsonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
New Age Steppers,
Clear Light,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Flash Fearless,
The Selecter,
Cybotron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.