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 Malaysia 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Pulsallama to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Yellowson,
Accadde A,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sister Nancy,
Alphaville,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Arcadia,
Nico,
The Gories,
Gang of Four,
MDC,
Yazoo,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sex Pistols,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
The Sonics,
Supertramp,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
The Victims,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Saccharine Trust,
Sonic Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Schoolly D,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slick Rick,
Yaz,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
Henry Cow,
Faraquet,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.