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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Fela Kuti,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Dead C,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
the Normal,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Livin' Joy,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Crash Course in Science,
Pere Ubu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Althea and Donna,
Eddi Front,
The Victims,
Pylon,
Jacques Brel,
Niagra,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare,
The Raincoats,
The Mojo Men,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camberwell Now,
Arab on Radar,
Max Romeo,
Ituana,
Vladislav Delay,
Khruangbin,
Neil Young,
Chrome,
Black Sheep,
Heaven 17,
Bill Near,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mandrill,
The Standells,
Harry Pussy,
Stiv Bators,
Lightning Bolt,
Essential Logic,
Marvin Gaye,
Marine Girls,
Al Stewart,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Young Rascals,
Oblivians,
Iggy Pop,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.