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 Chile and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the oboe 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joensuu 1685 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
ABBA,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Star Department,
Cabaret Voltaire,
T. Rex,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Livin' Joy,
Brass Construction,
Television,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crooked Eye,
Mark Hollis,
Robert Wyatt,
Q65,
Radiohead,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Mandrill,
June Days,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Sister Nancy,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
Colin Newman,
Supertramp,
Davy DMX,
Gang Green,
Johnny Clarke,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Misunderstood,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
CMW,
Joy Division,
Man Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Mars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
10cc,
Ultra Naté,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.