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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Loose Ends to the grunge 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Lalann,
Fear,
Quantec,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
The Pop Group,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Hot Snakes,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
The Sound,
Joy Division,
Sound Behaviour,
Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Carl Craig,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
Q65,
Tropical Tobacco,
Danielle Patucci,
The Misunderstood,
Suburban Knight,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring,
Scan 7,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Motorama,
Minor Threat,
Visage,
B.T. Express,
DJ Sneak,
Todd Terry,
Con Funk Shun,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.