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 Algeria and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance 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 Lou Reed. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Can,
Second Layer,
Quadrant,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Fear,
KRS-One,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New Order,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
John Foxx,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Divine Comedy,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
Pierre Henry,
Cal Tjader,
Qualms,
The Searchers,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mark Hollis,
Lou Reed,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Half Japanese,
The Gap Band,
June Days,
World's Most,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
Electric Prunes,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Cymande,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
David McCallum,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.