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 Tuvalu and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Popol Vuh to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Moby Grape,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Patti Smith,
Urselle,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Starr,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Flag,
Bill Near,
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kevin Saunderson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The J.B.'s,
Negative Approach,
a-ha,
Rufus Thomas,
Underground Resistance,
David Bowie,
The Saints,
Hashim,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Qualms,
The Real Kids,
Bill Wells,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Green,
Unwound,
Section 25,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Whodini,
Half Japanese,
Monks,
Eden Ahbez,
Sixth Finger,
Fad Gadget,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Spandau Ballet,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.