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 Fiji 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum 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 Clear Light to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gregory Isaacs,
Guru Guru,
Eddi Front,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Grass Roots,
The Zeros,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kas Product,
The Pretty Things,
Funky Four + One,
Lightning Bolt,
Connie Case,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
Surgeon,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Görl,
Anthony Braxton,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Modern Lovers,
the Normal,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Ronan,
Average White Band,
ABBA,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Model 500,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Anakelly,
Todd Rundgren,
Cameo,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Maleditus Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Porter Ricks,
B.T. Express,
Essential Logic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
Faust,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.