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 Marshall Islands and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Glenn Branca to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lizzy Mercier Descloux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Desert Stars,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Loose Ends,
Average White Band,
JFA,
The Misunderstood,
Yaz,
The Gories,
The Cowsills,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Clear Light,
Newcleus,
Rakim,
Neu!,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
Ronnie Foster,
Scan 7,
The Residents,
Sixth Finger,
Gichy Dan,
Bad Manners,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Television,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Saccharine Trust,
The Smoke,
Yazoo,
Sun City Girls,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
June of 44,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Robert Hood,
The Trojans,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erasure,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
the Normal,
Metal Thangz,
Eric Dolphy,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.