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 Georgia and from Philadelphia.
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 Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camouflage,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fluxion,
New Order,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
X-101,
Subhumans,
Sandy B,
Bootsy Collins,
John Coltrane,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
L. Decosne,
Fat Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Livin' Joy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
Crooked Eye,
Zapp,
Lalann,
E-Dancer,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scott Walker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang of Four,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Warsaw,
Procol Harum,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Wings,
Cal Tjader,
This Heat,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.