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 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gastr Del Sol to the jazz 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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The Angels of Light,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Trojans,
Fear,
Rites of Spring,
Bush Tetras,
Bluetip,
Mo-Dettes,
The Neon Judgement,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
The Doors,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Iggy Pop,
EPMD,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
The Red Krayola,
The Five Americans,
Hasil Adkins,
Wally Richardson,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
John Cale,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Albert Ayler,
Harry Pussy,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Sound Behaviour,
K-Klass,
Joy Division,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Age Steppers,
Public Enemy,
Slick Rick,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.