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 Djibouti and from London.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 harpsichord 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 Franke to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nas,
New Order,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Malaria!,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bill Near,
Circle Jerks,
kango's stein massive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Soft Cell,
The Index,
The Red Krayola,
the Association,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nico,
Reagan Youth,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
PIL,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Cell,
Alison Limerick,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Masters at Work,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Little Man,
the Fania All-Stars,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
June of 44,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lindisfarne,
The Gladiators,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Leaves,
Supertramp,
The Blues Magoos,
Quando Quango,
Rufus Thomas,
Sam Rivers,
Harmonia,
Easy Going,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
the Sonics,
Al Stewart,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.