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 Tunisia 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 Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Yaz,
the Association,
Black Flag,
Bang On A Can,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Alton Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
The Electric Prunes,
Sonic Youth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronan,
Neil Young,
Bauhaus,
Marine Girls,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Maurizio,
X-102,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Cymande,
Brass Construction,
Juan Atkins,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Danielle Patucci,
Fat Boys,
Stiv Bators,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kas Product,
The Black Dice,
Kayak,
Country Teasers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
The Five Americans,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.