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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Rod Modell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Henry Cow,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Y Pants,
Patti Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Wire,
B.T. Express,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Nils Olav,
Funkadelic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Donny Hathaway,
Scrapy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Young Marble Giants,
Outsiders,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Organ,
Joy Division,
Thee Headcoats,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Finger,
Gong,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nas,
Pole,
The Wake,
Kayak,
Public Enemy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Barrington Levy,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
The Smiths,
Quadrant,
Ohio Players,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.