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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wasted Youth,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Godley & Creme,
Juan Atkins,
The Pop Group,
David Axelrod,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Delta 5,
Don Cherry,
The Fortunes,
Simply Red,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
Rekid,
John Coltrane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mars,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Moss Icon,
The Velvet Underground,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Modern Lovers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chrome,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Green,
Absolute Body Control,
Siglo XX,
Franke,
PIL,
Nico,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fat Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
MDC,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Jandek,
Donny Hathaway,
The Happenings,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.