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 Japan and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
Tim Buckley,
The Misunderstood,
The Trojans,
ABBA,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Donny Hathaway,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Little Man,
Bronski Beat,
Pere Ubu,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ludus,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Buzzcocks,
DJ Sneak,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bill Near,
Sam Rivers,
Intrusion,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skarface,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Rotary Connection,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Toasters,
The Searchers,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
Theoretical Girls,
Hot Snakes,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
Tubeway Army,
Minny Pops,
Connie Case,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quando Quango,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Anakelly,
Fugazi,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.