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 Pakistan and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Nico to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Von Mondo,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
the Normal,
Fad Gadget,
The Pretty Things,
Gichy Dan,
Godley & Creme,
Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Soulsonic Force,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Jawbox,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Scan 7,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Minnie Riperton,
Archie Shepp,
D'Angelo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Eden Ahbez,
Maleditus Sound,
Blancmange,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ice-T,
Audionom,
New Age Steppers,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Subhumans,
Con Funk Shun,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kaleidoscope,
Jacques Brel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Scott Walker,
Banda Bassotti,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
Depeche Mode,
Jandek,
Eve St. Jones,
John Lydon,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.