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 Comoros and from Mexico City.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 World's Most to the disco 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
Ronan,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scratch Acid,
Khruangbin,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Mills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pussy Galore,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Cale,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
ABC,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Danielle Patucci,
Connie Case,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Cramps,
Althea and Donna,
EPMD,
Juan Atkins,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
AZ,
Scientists,
One Last Wish,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
Todd Rundgren,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Matthew Halsall,
Idris Muhammad,
Oblivians,
Tomorrow,
Joe Smooth,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.