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 Argentina and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars 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?
Harry Pussy,
The Blues Magoos,
Jawbox,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
David Bowie,
Joensuu 1685,
Metal Thangz,
Scratch Acid,
Smog,
Sam Rivers,
Shoche,
Roy Ayers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Susan Cadogan,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
Alton Ellis,
Moss Icon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lou Reed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Litter,
Minor Threat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Todd Terry,
Barrington Levy,
Yaz,
The United States of America,
The Durutti Column,
The Star Department,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
Gong,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
A Certain Ratio,
B.T. Express,
Clear Light,
Sugar Minott,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.