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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 X-101 to the electroclash 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Supertramp,
Black Sheep,
U.S. Maple,
Joe Finger,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Babytalk,
Danielle Patucci,
The Leaves,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television Personalities,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Max Romeo,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlback,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Lou Reed,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Echospace,
The Knickerbockers,
Shoche,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
Tubeway Army,
Swans,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
R.M.O.,
T.S.O.L.,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gabor Szabo,
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.