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 Panama and from Bremen.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Joensuu 1685 to the crunk 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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Susan Cadogan,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masters at Work,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dead Boys,
Michelle Simonal,
David McCallum,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
The Raincoats,
Sex Pistols,
Kenny Larkin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Womack,
Inner City,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Fraelich,
Dave Gahan,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Accadde A,
In Retrospect,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jeff Mills,
The Cowsills,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donny Hathaway,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Music Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Godley & Creme,
Blossom Toes,
Ultravox,
Unwound,
World's Most,
Brand Nubian,
John Lydon,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.