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 Bangladesh and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro 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 Lyres to the jazz 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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
The Fugs,
Pylon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Outsiders,
Nik Kershaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Kaleidoscope,
The Velvet Underground,
Nick Fraelich,
Inner City,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
The Standells,
Soulsonic Force,
Duran Duran,
The Smiths,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Mojo Men,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nirvana,
Symarip,
Pierre Henry,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bluetip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Das Ding,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
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.