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 Turkey and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Arab on Radar to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
Brick,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
The Blackbyrds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
John Coltrane,
Funkadelic,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
the Slits,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Barry Ungar,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
the Bar-Kays,
Ohio Players,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Slits,
Pylon,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Yellowson,
Deadbeat,
Isaac Hayes,
Pussy Galore,
Bang On A Can,
AZ,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
Rites of Spring,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Sheep,
Aural Exciters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Oneida,
The Stooges,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.