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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Piero Umiliani to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Scion,
Rekid,
Jawbox,
Grey Daturas,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liliput,
The Fall,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
PIL,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Count Five,
Sällskapet,
CMW,
Marc Almond,
Hardrive,
John Coltrane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
T.S.O.L.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yazoo,
Monolake,
Groovy Waters,
the Sonics,
Pagans,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
L. Decosne,
Goldenarms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Section 25,
Don Cherry,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Bobby Hutcherson,
In Retrospect,
Model 500,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Ralphi Rosario,
Das Ding,
Oneida,
Cameo,
Sun Ra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Black Sheep,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.