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 Italy and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Cybotron,
Danielle Patucci,
Japan,
the Normal,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Susan Cadogan,
Lightning Bolt,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Idris Muhammad,
Siglo XX,
Alice Coltrane,
Cluster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Golliwogs,
John Coltrane,
Visage,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James White and The Blacks,
Arthur Verocai,
Graham Central Station,
Ornette Coleman,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Rakim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sarah Menescal,
the Bar-Kays,
Pagans,
Suburban Knight,
Todd Rundgren,
Ronan,
Index,
The Index,
Eurythmics,
The Grass Roots,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Happenings,
UT,
Chrome,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Von Mondo,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon, Black Moon.
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.