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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Monks to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The United States of America,
Tommy Roe,
the Association,
Aswad,
Outsiders,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Little Man,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
This Heat,
Scrapy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Graham Central Station,
Babytalk,
Dead Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Wasted Youth,
Stiv Bators,
Peter & Gordon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
CMW,
Neu!,
Ice-T,
John Coltrane,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Barclay James Harvest,
Simply Red,
The Kinks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
Panda Bear,
Lucky Dragons,
Reagan Youth,
Animal Collective,
Maurizio,
Minor Threat,
David Bowie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
The Count Five,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Gil Scott Heron,
a-ha,
OOIOO,
Man Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Nirvana,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Icehouse,
Lou Christie,
Funky Four + One,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.