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 Libya and from London.
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 Portland and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Ice-T to the electroclash 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Nation of Ulysses,
Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Funkadelic,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Niagra,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Yazoo,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
R.M.O.,
Quantec,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Judy Mowatt,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dirtbombs,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Warsaw,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Jeff Mills,
The American Breed,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Faraquet,
Freddie Wadling,
Steve Hackett,
Schoolly D,
Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Skaos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sarah Menescal,
Funky Four + One,
Minny Pops,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
Dead Boys,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.