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 San Marino and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Ronan 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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masters at Work record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Fear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Black Dice,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Porter Ricks,
Nirvana,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Khruangbin,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Sonic Youth,
Boredoms,
Grey Daturas,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Von Mondo,
The Moody Blues,
Cecil Taylor,
Eddi Front,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Frankie Knuckles,
Moebius,
DJ Sneak,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
Electric Prunes,
Bob Dylan,
Banda Bassotti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kerri Chandler,
Patti Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Barracudas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hot Snakes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lungfish,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.