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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Das Ding,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
Stockholm Monsters,
Royal Trux,
Spoonie Gee,
Mark Hollis,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Interpol,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skriet,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Slackers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Y Pants,
Stetsasonic,
Harmonia,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Eddi Front,
Accadde A,
Tim Buckley,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Schoolly D,
Theoretical Girls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Ronan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Scientists,
Tommy Roe,
Cymande,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Motions,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Television,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Birthday Party,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Desert Stars,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Audionom,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
John Holt,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Slits,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.