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 Portugal and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Saccharine Trust,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Order,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Suburban Knight,
The Motions,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Loose Ends,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül II,
Oneida,
Jerry Gold Smith,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Robert Görl,
Derrick Morgan,
Porter Ricks,
Los Fastidios,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Essential Logic,
Talk Talk,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Robert Wyatt,
the Germs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gun Club,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lower 48,
Roger Hodgson,
Hot Snakes,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.