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 Swaziland 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Gang Gang Dance to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Agitation Free,
Andrew Hill,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Rites of Spring,
JFA,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Mandrill,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kas Product,
Rakim,
Parry Music,
John Foxx,
Massinfluence,
Quantec,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Gun Club,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mark Hollis,
John Lydon,
The Dirtbombs,
Jacob Miller,
Nils Olav,
Josef K,
Thompson Twins,
Eden Ahbez,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Y Pants,
Robert Görl,
Shoche,
The Index,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Fear,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Sun Ra,
The Knickerbockers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Avey Tare,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
U.S. Maple,
Bootsy Collins,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.