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 Peru and from Taipei.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the grunge 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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Bang On A Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Goldenarms,
Icehouse,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Laurel Aitken,
Thompson Twins,
Silicon Teens,
Procol Harum,
Suburban Knight,
Ohio Players,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Rapeman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Golliwogs,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
Television Personalities,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Nirvana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Eric Copeland,
Kerri Chandler,
Warren Ellis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fat Boys,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
Monolake,
The Offenders,
Urselle,
Mo-Dettes,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.