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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Magazine to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
The Stooges,
Stockholm Monsters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
MDC,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Surgeon,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pantytec,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
Davy DMX,
Suicide,
Black Pus,
The Names,
Rakim,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Trojans,
Sun Ra,
Cameo,
The Grass Roots,
Q65,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Parry Music,
Au Pairs,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The United States of America,
Sister Nancy,
Jeff Mills,
Urselle,
Amazonics,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Godley & Creme,
Cheater Slicks,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Bizarre Inc.,
Outsiders,
Crime,
the Swans,
Motorama,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Symarip,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.