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 Solomon Islands and from Beijing.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Von Mondo,
the Normal,
Public Enemy,
Danielle Patucci,
Dennis Brown,
One Last Wish,
Crash Course in Science,
The Seeds,
E-Dancer,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Max Romeo,
Technova,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Hood,
The J.B.'s,
Donald Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rotary Connection,
Quando Quango,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Knickerbockers,
Robert Wyatt,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Jeff Lynne,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Al Stewart,
Quantec,
Sister Nancy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Wells,
Fat Boys,
Pantytec,
Q and Not U,
Alphaville,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amazonics,
Accadde A,
Aswad,
Man Eating Sloth,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.