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 Equatorial Guinea 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 linndrum 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 The Flesh Eaters to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Crime,
Hashim,
Brick,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed,
Ten City,
Moss Icon,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
The Sound,
F. McDonald,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
The Star Department,
Bobby Sherman,
Unwound,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moleskins,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
MDC,
Magazine,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mark Hollis,
Metal Thangz,
Black Sheep,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Das Ding,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Certain Ratio,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Aswad,
New York Dolls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Stiv Bators,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Zapp,
June Days,
Scion,
Mad Mike,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.