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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
Sparks,
The Fall,
Monks,
The Modern Lovers,
Agent Orange,
Mo-Dettes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Supertramp,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dave Clark Five,
Neil Young,
Bobby Womack,
Desert Stars,
Clear Light,
Slave,
JFA,
FM Einheit,
Khruangbin,
Royal Trux,
Sister Nancy,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Amon Düül,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Evens,
The Golliwogs,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Section 25,
Duran Duran,
Juan Atkins,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.