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 Dominican Republic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gregory Isaacs to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Peter & Gordon,
Fugazi,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Gichy Dan,
Sister Nancy,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Chris & Cosey,
Ornette Coleman,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wolf Eyes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
Aswad,
John Coltrane,
Scientists,
Scan 7,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soft Machine,
The Kinks,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Y Pants,
Goldenarms,
a-ha,
Parry Music,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roxy Music,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
The Cramps,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ponytail,
Eve St. Jones,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Unrelated Segments,
Bad Manners,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.