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 Kuwait and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ 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 Erasure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Smoke,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Sugar Minott,
June Days,
Thee Headcoats,
Patti Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Max Romeo,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Five Americans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Masters at Work,
Lou Reed,
Bluetip,
The Modern Lovers,
Simply Red,
Quando Quango,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kerri Chandler,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Scientists,
Metal Thangz,
Anakelly,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Lydon,
Ornette Coleman,
Dorothy Ashby,
Erykah Badu,
Bauhaus,
A Certain Ratio,
Franke,
Jeff Lynne,
The Standells,
T.S.O.L.,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Infiniti,
Janne Schatter,
Bronski Beat,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Crime,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.