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 Mongolia and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the jazz 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 The Cowsills. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Vladislav Delay,
Whodini,
Bob Dylan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Moleskins,
Yusef Lateef,
Rod Modell,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Soulsonic Force,
The Skatalites,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Cal Tjader,
Altered Images,
Josef K,
Adolescents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cybotron,
Pantytec,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thompson Twins,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Pus,
DNA,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Avey Tare,
Nils Olav,
K-Klass,
Supertramp,
Metal Thangz,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
The Red Krayola,
Throbbing Gristle,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
The Count Five,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Davy DMX,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Idris Muhammad,
The Motions,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.