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 Hungary and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the disco 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cosmic Jokers,
Idris Muhammad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Boredoms,
Gichy Dan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Average White Band,
Crooked Eye,
Skriet,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Seeds,
EPMD,
Jacques Brel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tomorrow,
Minutemen,
Zero Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Beau Brummels,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lalann,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
The Golliwogs,
Minor Threat,
Absolute Body Control,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Pole,
Warren Ellis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Marmalade,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
Albert Ayler,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Franke,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.