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 Kosovo and from London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Quantec to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Five Americans,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Scientists,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry,
The Victims,
Adolescents,
The Neon Judgement,
Lindisfarne,
Stereo Dub,
The Vogues,
The Sound,
Faust,
Yaz,
Skarface,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Duran Duran,
Swans,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Infiniti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Evens,
Arthur Verocai,
Chris & Cosey,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dead Boys,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hot Snakes,
Kenny Larkin,
Erasure,
Minny Pops,
Pagans,
The Sonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T. Rex,
Sandy B,
Cluster,
B.T. Express,
The Cramps,
The Standells,
Nirvana,
Reuben Wilson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Underground Resistance,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.