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 Mauritania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 New Order to the punk 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Au Pairs,
Warsaw,
Interpol,
The Seeds,
The United States of America,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Massinfluence,
The American Breed,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Smiths,
Crime,
The Cure,
Ossler,
Amon Düül,
Blake Baxter,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
X-102,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Red Krayola,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anakelly,
The Skatalites,
Freddie Wadling,
T. Rex,
Arab on Radar,
the Swans,
Fatback Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Scion,
Janne Schatter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Fraelich,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.