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 Montenegro and from New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Al Stewart to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Magma,
Kaleidoscope,
Parry Music,
Can,
Lower 48,
Severed Heads,
Brand Nubian,
Marmalade,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Tropical Tobacco,
Siglo XX,
Bauhaus,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Sam Rivers,
Q and Not U,
Barbara Tucker,
The Count Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Ponytail,
Cluster,
Quantec,
The Misunderstood,
Roy Ayers,
Sixth Finger,
New York Dolls,
Minor Threat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Country Teasers,
The Red Krayola,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Blake Baxter,
Whodini,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glenn Branca,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Angry Samoans,
Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive, Kango’s Stein Massive.
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.