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 Togo 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Red Krayola to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Barracudas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Neon Judgement,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxy Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Black Dice,
Gang Green,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Black Flag,
Cameo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Wells,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Von Mondo,
Aaron Thompson,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
James White and The Blacks,
Davy DMX,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Dark Day,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Suicide,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
The Five Americans,
World's Most,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
The Vogues,
Skarface,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Black Pus,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
The Mummies,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.