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 Sudan and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Skriet to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Kurtis Blow,
Infiniti,
Ronan,
Fluxion,
Rekid,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Grass Roots,
Livin' Joy,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Danielle Patucci,
Minutemen,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Absolute Body Control,
Banda Bassotti,
Lee Hazlewood,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultra Naté,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Grandmaster Flash,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Reagan Youth,
JFA,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
the Association,
The Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
Eurythmics,
Archie Shepp,
Blancmange,
Silicon Teens,
Popol Vuh,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
John Foxx,
PIL,
Sex Pistols,
Mark Hollis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Last Poets,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.