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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Remains to the jazz 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mo-Dettes,
Icehouse,
Smog,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
Loose Ends,
Cheater Slicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cal Tjader,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young,
Ice-T,
Jacob Miller,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
The Motions,
John Lydon,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
The Doors,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
The Birthday Party,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Metal Thangz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Skriet,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Steve Hackett,
10cc,
The Searchers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delta 5,
Freddie Wadling,
Minny Pops,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
David McCallum,
Erykah Badu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sarah Menescal,
This Heat,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.