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 Uruguay 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 UT 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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Supertramp,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Count Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
New York Dolls,
Qualms,
Reagan Youth,
The Names,
Niagra,
Public Enemy,
The Move,
L. Decosne,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Scion,
cv313,
David McCallum,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Joe Smooth,
Newcleus,
F. McDonald,
Amon Düül,
Patti Smith,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Lynne,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Hot Snakes,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
Suicide,
Fear,
The Barracudas,
The Doors,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
kango's stein massive,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Ohio Players,
The Busters,
Visage,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.