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 Egypt and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Wally Richardson,
K-Klass,
Minny Pops,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Red Krayola,
Sound Behaviour,
Unrelated Segments,
Eurythmics,
Roger Hodgson,
Girls At Our Best!,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Jandek,
Amon Düül,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
The Barracudas,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cure,
Can,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Ponytail,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Bronski Beat,
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Moss Icon,
Carl Craig,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Grauzone,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Steve Hackett,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.