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 Estonia and from Spokane.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Crispy Ambulance to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
D'Angelo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Camouflage,
K-Klass,
The Residents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boredoms,
Y Pants,
The Names,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joyce Sims,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Bang On A Can,
The Real Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Eric Copeland,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
MC5,
Quadrant,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Shuggie Otis,
Monks,
Pole,
Quantec,
Nik Kershaw,
Faraquet,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Reuben Wilson,
Arthur Verocai,
Youth Brigade,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Eddi Front,
Ice-T,
David Bowie,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suburban Knight,
Ultra Naté,
The Cramps,
Ralphi Rosario,
The J.B.'s,
Metal Thangz,
Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.