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 Palau and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
The Pretty Things,
Sandy B,
E-Dancer,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Tommy Roe,
Peter & Gordon,
Marmalade,
Aloha Tigers,
cv313,
New York Dolls,
Public Enemy,
The Barracudas,
Lightning Bolt,
Scion,
The Pop Group,
Buzzcocks,
The Velvet Underground,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siglo XX,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Drexciya,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cymande,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Animal Collective,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
OOIOO,
Eurythmics,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jandek,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Last Poets,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.