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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Anthony Braxton to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cheater Slicks,
The Durutti Column,
The Monks,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
David Axelrod,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Graham Central Station,
The Saints,
Tres Demented,
Easy Going,
Susan Cadogan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quadrant,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scion,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Janne Schatter,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Clarke,
Masters at Work,
EPMD,
Terry Callier,
The Real Kids,
Spandau Ballet,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Icehouse,
Blake Baxter,
La Düsseldorf,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Massinfluence,
Dave Gahan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
The Offenders,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Hasil Adkins,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music, Parry Music.
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.