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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Groovy Waters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord 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 rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Hasil Adkins,
The Fire Engines,
The Red Krayola,
Organ,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
The Selecter,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Sound,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
June of 44,
Brick,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Smog,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harry Pussy,
Rapeman,
Kurtis Blow,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Wake,
John Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Popol Vuh,
Duran Duran,
The Barracudas,
Soft Machine,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick May,
Alton Ellis,
Interpol,
The Fall,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eli Mardock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Slits,
Throbbing Gristle,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Negative Approach,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.