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 Mongolia and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Five Americans to the punk 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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Magma,
The Techniques,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Erasure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Derrick Morgan,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Duran Duran,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Banda Bassotti,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
The Residents,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
The Martian,
Chris Corsano,
Grauzone,
Monolake,
Stiv Bators,
Camouflage,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Unwound,
Jacob Miller,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Smog,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Idris Muhammad,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Rundgren,
Thompson Twins,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
The Index,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.