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 Accra.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 David Bowie 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 American Breed to the crunk 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Faust,
ABC,
Oneida,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Albert Ayler,
Brand Nubian,
Lyres,
Groovy Waters,
Erykah Badu,
Lindisfarne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lakeside,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Japan,
The Index,
Funky Four + One,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
Bluetip,
Sandy B,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Adolescents,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barry Ungar,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Joyce Sims,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Liliput,
Delon & Dalcan,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Fela Kuti,
John Coltrane,
Saccharine Trust,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.