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 Burkina and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Johnny Osbourne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kaleidoscope,
Outsiders,
The Alarm Clocks,
Colin Newman,
Bush Tetras,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maurizio,
David Bowie,
Flash Fearless,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Blues Magoos,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
Animal Collective,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
The Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
The Index,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Kinks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
Cecil Taylor,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
Boz Scaggs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barry Ungar,
Pagans,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cure,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Victims,
The Smiths,
the Association,
MC5,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.