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 Moldova and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mojo Men to the rap 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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
Clear Light,
Wasted Youth,
The Human League,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Suicide,
Massinfluence,
The Evens,
Organ,
Tim Buckley,
Leonard Cohen,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
8 Eyed Spy,
EPMD,
Derrick Morgan,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Symarip,
Masters at Work,
Gang of Four,
The Dead C,
Interpol,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roxy Music,
Y Pants,
D'Angelo,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Cybotron,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Agent Orange,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Nas,
Joy Division,
Tears for Fears,
Ronnie Foster,
Mandrill,
Q65,
Judy Mowatt,
Sound Behaviour,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Flash Fearless,
Technova,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band,
The Misunderstood,
Von Mondo,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.