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 Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Marine Girls,
Connie Case,
The Vogues,
New Order,
Wings,
Little Man,
The Gladiators,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
Colin Newman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Foxx,
Fat Boys,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Kinks,
the Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
cv313,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Public Image Ltd.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scrapy,
Dave Gahan,
the Fania All-Stars,
H. Thieme,
Amon Düül II,
Ultravox,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Neu!,
Rosa Yemen,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
Stiv Bators,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.