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 Czech Republic and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Amazonics to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zero Boys,
Bob Dylan,
The New Christs,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Youth Brigade,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Thee Headcoats,
10cc,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Letta Mbulu,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Hill,
Young Marble Giants,
Lower 48,
The Names,
Main Source,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Bauhaus,
Infiniti,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Faraquet,
Marvin Gaye,
The Evens,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Bizarre Inc.,
Model 500,
Hasil Adkins,
Y Pants,
Malaria!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
The Doobie Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sandy B,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Wyatt,
Scion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Tremeloes,
In Retrospect,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine, The Music Machine.
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.