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 Egypt and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sam Rivers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Masters at Work,
The Fugs,
Pole,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Dave Gahan,
cv313,
Erykah Badu,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Moss Icon,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
Blake Baxter,
Howard Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Qualms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Niagra,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Grey Daturas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Khruangbin,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
Swans,
Sister Nancy,
Quando Quango,
Malaria!,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ken Boothe,
Ludus,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Durutti Column,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Al Stewart,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
Blancmange,
Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks, Cheater Slicks.
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.