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 Norway and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Electric Light Orchestra,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Whodini,
KRS-One,
The Music Machine,
Tears for Fears,
Isaac Hayes,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Animal Collective,
The Smoke,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Funky Four + One,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Susan Cadogan,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
The Fugs,
Flash Fearless,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Faust,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Dual Sessions,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Moby Grape,
H. Thieme,
Livin' Joy,
Minor Threat,
New Age Steppers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Porter Ricks,
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
Bobby Womack,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.