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 Benin and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Japan 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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 Sonics,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Associates,
John Foxx,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
Inner City,
Ultravox,
Skriet,
Man Parrish,
Eden Ahbez,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bronski Beat,
Bluetip,
X-102,
Radiohead,
The Litter,
The Grass Roots,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Niagra,
Scion,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Neu!,
Cluster,
The Cowsills,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Misunderstood,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ronnie Foster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Music Machine,
Pole,
Outsiders,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Marshall Jefferson,
Youth Brigade,
Tommy Roe,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Albert Ayler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Delta 5,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sight & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Max Romeo,
the Slits,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.