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 Iceland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
The Modern Lovers,
Popol Vuh,
Arcadia,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
Lou Reed,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
The Sound,
Amon Düül II,
Carl Craig,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young,
Harry Pussy,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Radiopuhelimet,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Ronan,
Black Sheep,
Q65,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Jerry's Kids,
Fat Boys,
Monks,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
Janne Schatter,
Cybotron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Idris Muhammad,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Rufus Thomas,
Mandrill,
Nik Kershaw,
Make Up,
The Motions,
Spoonie Gee,
Leonard Cohen,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.