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 Uzbekistan and from Woodstock.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
Cheater Slicks,
The Cramps,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Al Stewart,
Radiohead,
Excepter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ludus,
Rufus Thomas,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
The Leaves,
Kerrie Biddell,
Deepchord,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Godley & Creme,
cv313,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pierre Henry,
Mad Mike,
AZ,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Jawbox,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Stiv Bators,
Popol Vuh,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Connie Case,
China Crisis,
Bill Near,
Bobby Sherman,
Tommy Roe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boz Scaggs,
The J.B.'s,
CMW,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.