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 Sri Lanka 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Banda Bassotti to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Ten City,
Erykah Badu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Depeche Mode,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Gang Green,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
Hasil Adkins,
the Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Sexual Harrassment,
Guru Guru,
JFA,
Al Stewart,
The Associates,
Grey Daturas,
The J.B.'s,
Drexciya,
Inner City,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
K-Klass,
Main Source,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sonny Sharrock,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
Don Cherry,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Juan Atkins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flipper,
Arthur Verocai,
Blossom Toes,
Porter Ricks,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
The United States of America,
E-Dancer,
The Sound,
Kayak,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Hood,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.