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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the crunk 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grauzone,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Technova,
Peter & Gordon,
The Busters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Patti Smith,
Josef K,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
The Shadows of Knight,
Moby Grape,
Heaven 17,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
The Gladiators,
Soulsonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Sonics,
The Zeros,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blake Baxter,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Adolescents,
The Misunderstood,
Can,
The Residents,
Zapp,
Barbara Tucker,
B.T. Express,
Eddi Front,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
John Cale,
The Happenings,
kango's stein massive,
T. Rex,
Siglo XX,
Terry Callier,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
Joy Division,
Aswad,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.