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 Germany and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Black Bananas,
Amazonics,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Rekid,
David Axelrod,
Technova,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Minnie Riperton,
Kerri Chandler,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Negative Approach,
Howard Jones,
Hot Snakes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Coltrane,
Warren Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
Sixth Finger,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Grey Daturas,
Donny Hathaway,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
Kevin Saunderson,
This Heat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pierre Henry,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Groovy Waters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Carl Craig,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.