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 Syria and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 10cc to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacob Miller,
cv313,
Fad Gadget,
The Cure,
Ronnie Foster,
Erasure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Names,
Lyres,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joyce Sims,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monolake,
World's Most,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Deepchord,
Thompson Twins,
Hot Snakes,
The Wake,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Absolute Body Control,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grauzone,
Boogie Down Productions,
Maurizio,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cramps,
This Heat,
Nik Kershaw,
The Happenings,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Man Parrish,
New Order,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick May,
New York Dolls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.