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 Somalia and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 UT to the rock 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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Severed Heads,
Bootsy Collins,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Sex Pistols,
Minny Pops,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Patti Smith,
Simply Red,
Jeff Lynne,
Make Up,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blancmange,
Nas,
Japan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Procol Harum,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vainqueur,
Section 25,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Q65,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Bush Tetras,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Wake,
Royal Trux,
Josef K,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Buckinghams,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.