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 Vietnam and from Manila.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 New York Dolls to the grunge 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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Josef K,
The New Christs,
Slave,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
The Gories,
The Mojo Men,
Robert Hood,
Archie Shepp,
Swans,
the Slits,
David Axelrod,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Camouflage,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Mars,
A Certain Ratio,
Essential Logic,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Associates,
The Fall,
Los Fastidios,
Ice-T,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Magazine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
The Monochrome Set,
Pole,
Monolake,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Blancmange,
Skaos,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Barry Ungar,
Nick Fraelich,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
48th St. Collective,
Donny Hathaway,
Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls, Sun City Girls.
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.