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 Liechtenstein and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cramps,
Terry Callier,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pussy Galore,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen,
The Raincoats,
Eddi Front,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Remains,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Susan Cadogan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rosa Yemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
KRS-One,
Lucky Dragons,
Vainqueur,
Cal Tjader,
Soul II Soul,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Monks,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Brothers Johnson,
Josef K,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Gang Green,
Pharoah Sanders,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.