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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Curtis Mayfield to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Fall,
AZ,
Cheater Slicks,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lakeside,
Matthew Halsall,
Liliput,
Wings,
Josef K,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cymande,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bauhaus,
Lightning Bolt,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scientists,
The Selecter,
The Monochrome Set,
Boz Scaggs,
The Toasters,
Porter Ricks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Smooth,
The Litter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Enemy,
Warsaw,
The Motions,
Kaleidoscope,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare,
Sugar Minott,
Masters at Work,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
D'Angelo,
cv313,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ludus,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
R.M.O.,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Bad Manners,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Grey Daturas,
Yellowson,
Theoretical Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.