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 Honduras and from Lagos.
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 Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tomorrow to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
MC5,
Aloha Tigers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet,
Eli Mardock,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Pulsallama,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wolf Eyes,
Sparks,
Motorama,
Rosa Yemen,
The Golliwogs,
Pantytec,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Electric Prunes,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aaron Thompson,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
PIL,
Bauhaus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Scrapy,
Avey Tare,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smoke,
Warsaw,
Wally Richardson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dead Boys,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Flash Fearless,
Dawn Penn,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.