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 Lithuania and from Tokyo.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Human League to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Albert Ayler,
Graham Central Station,
Wolf Eyes,
cv313,
Bob Dylan,
Negative Approach,
In Retrospect,
Joyce Sims,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
Swell Maps,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Byron Stingily,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Sparks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Grauzone,
Scrapy,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
A Certain Ratio,
Ice-T,
Thompson Twins,
John Cale,
Urselle,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scratch Acid,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Q and Not U,
Ludus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joey Negro,
Soft Machine,
Nation of Ulysses,
D'Angelo,
Robert Wyatt,
OOIOO,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris Corsano,
kango's stein massive,
Pylon,
the Soft Cell,
Eli Mardock,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.