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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Gong,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
AZ,
Bronski Beat,
The Doobie Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Man Parrish,
The Names,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Newcleus,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Kayak,
X-101,
ABC,
The Mummies,
the Human League,
Bang On A Can,
Erasure,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
The Grass Roots,
The Dave Clark Five,
Arthur Verocai,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
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.