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 Lebanon and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Make Up,
Graham Central Station,
Piero Umiliani,
Rakim,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
MDC,
Sun Ra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
China Crisis,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
The Dirtbombs,
The Vogues,
Neu!,
T. Rex,
Young Marble Giants,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young,
Prince Buster,
Drexciya,
cv313,
Bad Manners,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
Unwound,
Agent Orange,
Outsiders,
Angry Samoans,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
DNA,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Mo-Dettes,
E-Dancer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Absolute Body Control,
Eve St. Jones,
Ludus,
The Slits,
One Last Wish,
Terrestrial Tones,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.