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 Japan and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 The Move to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Thompson Twins,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Zero Boys,
Con Funk Shun,
Minnie Riperton,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Sex Pistols,
Little Man,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scan 7,
Visage,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nick Fraelich,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Dolphy,
Panda Bear,
Malaria!,
Ossler,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Doors,
Al Stewart,
The Gap Band,
Neu!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dual Sessions,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
June of 44,
Camouflage,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Move,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.