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 Somalia 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crooked Eye to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Model 500,
Altered Images,
The Black Dice,
Young Marble Giants,
The Vogues,
Tim Buckley,
Porter Ricks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lakeside,
the Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Faust,
Janne Schatter,
Can,
Terry Callier,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moebius,
ABC,
Section 25,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Fania All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
the Germs,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Howard Jones,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tubeway Army,
World's Most,
Henry Cow,
Radio Birdman,
Flipper,
Scott Walker,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Das Ding,
Faraquet,
Michelle Simonal,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Matthew Halsall,
Main Source,
Scratch Acid,
John Lydon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sonics,
Japan,
The Wake,
Television,
cv313,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.