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 Liechtenstein and from Madrid.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Soft Cell to the disco 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Minnie Riperton,
Pole,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rufus Thomas,
Joyce Sims,
Young Marble Giants,
David McCallum,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Q65,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
KRS-One,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
The Sonics,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
Susan Cadogan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lyres,
The Pop Group,
Stereo Dub,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobby Womack,
Fear,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Ludus,
The Golliwogs,
Radio Birdman,
The Zeros,
The Vogues,
Donald Byrd,
Sandy B,
Half Japanese,
X-102,
Brick,
Minny Pops,
Dawn Penn,
Animal Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Lydon,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.