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 Luxembourg and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Intrusion,
Lalann,
Theoretical Girls,
Pulsallama,
Shoche,
Slave,
Chrome,
The Stooges,
Supertramp,
Andrew Hill,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Womack,
The J.B.'s,
Second Layer,
Steve Hackett,
Henry Cow,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Clear Light,
Roxy Music,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
The Smoke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Matthew Halsall,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Hasil Adkins,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Sister Nancy,
Stetsasonic,
The Angels of Light,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Marvin Gaye,
Mr. Review,
The Moody Blues,
Make Up,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
The Zeros,
Absolute Body Control,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.