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 Lesotho and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Joe Finger,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Soft Cell,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Angels of Light,
Fugazi,
Young Marble Giants,
Nils Olav,
Man Parrish,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Offenders,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Derrick Morgan,
Althea and Donna,
The Black Dice,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
Janne Schatter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Urselle,
Josef K,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
Pantytec,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
The Shadows of Knight,
Carl Craig,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
The Dead C,
cv313,
Clear Light,
Fad Gadget,
Donald Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.