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 Lebanon and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Motions to the rock 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
The Beau Brummels,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Jandek,
Alison Limerick,
The Trojans,
Bang On A Can,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Bluetip,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig,
The Angels of Light,
Ken Boothe,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Lightning Bolt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
Monks,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
Barry Ungar,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
Dual Sessions,
Iggy Pop,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Fania All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken,
June Days,
Amon Düül II,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
The Seeds,
Deakin,
Mr. Review,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Neu!,
B.T. Express,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Hasil Adkins,
Erykah Badu,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.