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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick Morgan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Lydon,
the Soft Cell,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Royal Trux,
Piero Umiliani,
Qualms,
Smog,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Byron Stingily,
John Cale,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sonics,
Pulsallama,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
UT,
Minnie Riperton,
Cheater Slicks,
Whodini,
Ronan,
the Slits,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Jacques Brel,
Neu!,
Spandau Ballet,
Can,
Pantaleimon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Tropical Tobacco,
Shoche,
Mars,
The Dead C,
Ossler,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Peter and Kerry,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Golliwogs,
Brothers Johnson,
Nirvana,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.