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 Botswana and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Lou Reed to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Theoretical Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
The Modern Lovers,
Drexciya,
Albert Ayler,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
The Happenings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
LL Cool J,
Sparks,
The Knickerbockers,
The Leaves,
Maleditus Sound,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jeff Mills,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Saccharine Trust,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lakeside,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Suburban Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
John Foxx,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
a-ha,
Make Up,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ossler,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Terry Callier,
Mandrill,
F. McDonald,
Half Japanese,
The New Christs,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
ABBA,
Rufus Thomas,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.