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 Belarus 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Soft Cell to the dance 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
The Walker Brothers,
The Pop Group,
Sixth Finger,
Easy Going,
Franke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q65,
James White and The Blacks,
Charles Mingus,
Eric B and Rakim,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fall,
Dorothy Ashby,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fortunes,
Marc Almond,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Bad Manners,
Intrusion,
UT,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Grass Roots,
Lucky Dragons,
Rapeman,
The Star Department,
Make Up,
X-102,
Bronski Beat,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tubeway Army,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Ronnie Foster,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
This Heat,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.