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 Mozambique and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 güiro 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 The Buckinghams to the rap 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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Warren Ellis,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Index,
Eurythmics,
Derrick Morgan,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Litter,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Visage,
Yusef Lateef,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
Black Bananas,
David McCallum,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Last Poets,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
Bluetip,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Guru Guru,
Grey Daturas,
F. McDonald,
Von Mondo,
Freddie Wadling,
The New Christs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Christie,
Babytalk,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Andrew Hill,
The Raincoats,
Amazonics,
Aaron Thompson,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-Ray Spex,
The Move,
John Lydon,
Gang Starr,
Radiopuhelimet,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.