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 Haiti and from Sao Paulo.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
The Tremeloes,
Half Japanese,
Ohio Players,
Symarip,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
The Mojo Men,
Ornette Coleman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Black Dice,
The Fall,
Carl Craig,
Rotary Connection,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rakim,
Black Moon,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Peter & Gordon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Altered Images,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Matthew Halsall,
Erykah Badu,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Aloha Tigers,
Little Man,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light,
Faust,
Hasil Adkins,
Ultravox,
Reuben Wilson,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Kinks,
Alphaville,
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Adolescents,
Funky Four + One,
Ronnie Foster,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
The New Christs,
Porter Ricks,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
Public Enemy,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.