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 Equatorial Guinea and from Glasgow.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Carl Craig to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Black Moon,
Gang Starr,
Circle Jerks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Sheep,
Swans,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Christie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
Simply Red,
Gabor Szabo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harry Pussy,
Intrusion,
Bill Wells,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Human League,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
B.T. Express,
FM Einheit,
The Count Five,
Ken Boothe,
10cc,
Ultimate Spinach,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
F. McDonald,
Soft Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
The Divine Comedy,
Little Man,
Kool Moe Dee,
Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Jesper Dahlback,
Skaos,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
Kayak,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deadbeat,
Jacob Miller,
The Index,
Susan Cadogan,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Animal Collective,
ABC,
Massinfluence,
PIL,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.