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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 Vladislav Delay to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
The Blues Magoos,
Radio Birdman,
Donald Byrd,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
The Modern Lovers,
Barrington Levy,
Kerri Chandler,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
These Immortal Souls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rufus Thomas,
Deakin,
X-101,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
Tres Demented,
Blancmange,
The Fugs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Panda Bear,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Dolphy,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Roxy Music,
Bobby Sherman,
T. Rex,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Spoonie Gee,
Graham Central Station,
Livin' Joy,
June Days,
Bluetip,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Judy Mowatt,
Steve Hackett,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cymande,
Altered Images,
Rosa Yemen,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
New Order,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.