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 Congo and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 D'Angelo to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Victims,
The Vogues,
Dual Sessions,
Carl Craig,
Sam Rivers,
The Blues Magoos,
Porter Ricks,
Albert Ayler,
Trumans Water,
Gang Gang Dance,
David McCallum,
Swans,
The Mummies,
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Bob Dylan,
MC5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Derrick May,
EPMD,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
CMW,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Black Flag,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Residents,
Delta 5,
JFA,
The Barracudas,
Joe Smooth,
Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Sister Nancy,
Lindisfarne,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Patti Smith,
Joe Finger,
Pylon,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nico,
UT,
Youth Brigade,
Susan Cadogan,
Agent Orange,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
LL Cool J,
Gregory Isaacs,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Surgeon,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.