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 Cambodia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pulsallama,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Gichy Dan,
La Düsseldorf,
The Stooges,
Susan Cadogan,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Minor Threat,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Sherman,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lalann,
Terry Callier,
Jeru the Damaja,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Country Teasers,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Bourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonic Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
China Crisis,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kaleidoscope,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Axelrod,
The Raincoats,
Cluster,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.