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 Delhi.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Pretty Things to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
Massinfluence,
Neu!,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Agent Orange,
Oblivians,
Panda Bear,
The Monochrome Set,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
X-101,
Wally Richardson,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Mummies,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Marvin Gaye,
Funky Four + One,
Godley & Creme,
Terry Callier,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arab on Radar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Royal Trux,
Barrington Levy,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rakim,
Gil Scott Heron,
H. Thieme,
Blancmange,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Swans,
Ronnie Foster,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funkadelic,
The Associates,
Guru Guru,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.