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 Czech Republic and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stiv Bators,
Pagans,
Icehouse,
Soul II Soul,
Aural Exciters,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
The Names,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Marvin Gaye,
Crime,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quando Quango,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Alphaville,
In Retrospect,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Groovy Waters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soft Cell,
Yaz,
UT,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Grass Roots,
Neu!,
Mad Mike,
Slick Rick,
Pantytec,
Das Ding,
Tomorrow,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Brick,
Reagan Youth,
The Motions,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.