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 New Zealand 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Nile Rodgers 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Marmalade,
Ronnie Foster,
Avey Tare,
The Move,
Funkadelic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Cure,
Unrelated Segments,
Livin' Joy,
The J.B.'s,
Nas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Reagan Youth,
DJ Style,
Wally Richardson,
Young Marble Giants,
Country Teasers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Brick,
The Smoke,
June Days,
The Fuzztones,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mojo Men,
Severed Heads,
Los Fastidios,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stetsasonic,
Byron Stingily,
The Saints,
R.M.O.,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Supertramp,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Brand Nubian,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.