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 Kenya and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Minutemen,
Electric Prunes,
Brick,
Wire,
Basic Channel,
Von Mondo,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Raincoats,
Loose Ends,
Maurizio,
Roger Hodgson,
Moebius,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tommy Roe,
Half Japanese,
Jawbox,
Adolescents,
Pantaleimon,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
The Blues Magoos,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gories,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Index,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Peter & Gordon,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Man Parrish,
The Gap Band,
Monks,
Mr. Review,
Tropical Tobacco,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Ultra Naté,
Aswad,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Anakelly,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.