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 Iran and from Bremen.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Reagan Youth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Swans,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Loose Ends,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Graham Central Station,
Make Up,
The Grass Roots,
Heaven 17,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Ituana,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
Skriet,
Rotary Connection,
Cymande,
Prince Buster,
Sällskapet,
The Fire Engines,
Archie Shepp,
Leonard Cohen,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Robert Hood,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Qualms,
FM Einheit,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Los Fastidios,
Dave Gahan,
Carl Craig,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sixth Finger,
Groovy Waters,
The Residents,
New York Dolls,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Kevin Saunderson,
Monolake,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.