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 Colombia and from Portland.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Parry Music,
Avey Tare,
Jandek,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Scratch Acid,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Funky Four + One,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
LL Cool J,
Surgeon,
The Monks,
Slave,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Q65,
Oneida,
Ossler,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Mars,
T.S.O.L.,
Tom Boy,
Liliput,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Metal Thangz,
The Knickerbockers,
Bill Near,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bluetip,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pussy Galore,
Bush Tetras,
DJ Sneak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Eurythmics,
Interpol,
Bobby Sherman,
Joe Smooth,
Wasted Youth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Moleskins,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Young Rascals,
Black Moon,
Maleditus Sound,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.