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 Nauru and from Columbus.
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 Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Qualms to the rap 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Cal Tjader,
Oneida,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Von Mondo,
Tres Demented,
Pole,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Gerry Rafferty,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Agent Orange,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Niagra,
Crash Course in Science,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Colin Newman,
Section 25,
Michelle Simonal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Sonic Youth,
Scan 7,
Little Man,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Joensuu 1685,
Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Anakelly,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
The Dave Clark Five,
These Immortal Souls,
Hardrive,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cluster,
Eddi Front,
The Skatalites,
Sandy B,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.