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 Somalia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 marimba 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 Don Cherry to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fugs,
The Real Kids,
Eve St. Jones,
Hot Snakes,
JFA,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Minny Pops,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Faust,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Martian,
Vainqueur,
Lightning Bolt,
Hardrive,
Ronan,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Davy DMX,
Radiopuhelimet,
Essential Logic,
Soul II Soul,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
Japan,
Rufus Thomas,
Dual Sessions,
The Human League,
Public Enemy,
Groovy Waters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Doobie Brothers,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
Crime,
Tropical Tobacco,
Dennis Brown,
Glenn Branca,
Pantytec,
Derrick Morgan,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sandy B,
Interpol,
Jacob Miller,
The Walker Brothers,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.