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 Grenada and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Michelle Simonal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Duran Duran,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sight & Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Searchers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Simply Red,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lou Reed,
The United States of America,
Skarface,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Brothers Johnson,
Arcadia,
Intrusion,
Arab on Radar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Make Up,
David Bowie,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Jacob Miller,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
Severed Heads,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Can,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
Chris & Cosey,
Yazoo,
The Durutti Column,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Joe Smooth,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
Malaria!,
Khruangbin,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.