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 Togo and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wolf Eyes,
Section 25,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delta 5,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scratch Acid,
The Birthday Party,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Soft Cell,
Rakim,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
K-Klass,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skaos,
Audionom,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Country Teasers,
Scrapy,
Barrington Levy,
Von Mondo,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Victims,
Brothers Johnson,
Patti Smith,
The Litter,
Skarface,
Dual Sessions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arcadia,
Oneida,
Swans,
Agent Orange,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Sparks,
Al Stewart,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Boogie Down Productions,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Eddi Front,
David Bowie,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Derrick May,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.