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 Georgia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mission of Burma to the grunge 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
Roger Hodgson,
Letta Mbulu,
Iggy Pop,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Roxy Music,
Maleditus Sound,
K-Klass,
Nik Kershaw,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rites of Spring,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gong,
Ludus,
Scan 7,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
Siglo XX,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Joy Division,
Jacob Miller,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Mills,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
The Gap Band,
Scrapy,
PIL,
The Slits,
Connie Case,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Y Pants,
Youth Brigade,
Quantec,
The Cowsills,
Cluster,
The Smoke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Divine Comedy,
Drexciya,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eurythmics,
Yaz,
The Happenings,
Donald Byrd,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.