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 Chile and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pylon to the rap 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
T. Rex,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Donald Byrd,
The Cramps,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Ultra Naté,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
Maleditus Sound,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Amazonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Amon Düül,
The Searchers,
ABC,
Moss Icon,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
David Axelrod,
Parry Music,
Neil Young,
Icehouse,
Soulsonic Force,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
Swell Maps,
The Slackers,
The Neon Judgement,
Funky Four + One,
Morten Harket,
In Retrospect,
Alton Ellis,
Depeche Mode,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joe Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Deepchord,
The Beau Brummels,
Boredoms,
The Tremeloes,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange, Agent Orange.
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.