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 Romania and from London.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the jazz 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Trumans Water,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Reagan Youth,
Bluetip,
Junior Murvin,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thee Headcoats,
Guru Guru,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Andrew Hill,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Royal Trux,
Stereo Dub,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Age Steppers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moss Icon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
The Buckinghams,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Talk Talk,
Black Flag,
Max Romeo,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Organ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Germs,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Suburban Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Holt,
Lyres,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
Los Fastidios,
Kaleidoscope,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.