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 Korea North and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the funk 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yusef Lateef,
Y Pants,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tommy Roe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Au Pairs,
Dawn Penn,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Eric Copeland,
Arthur Verocai,
the Bar-Kays,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Oblivians,
The Move,
The Gladiators,
Eddi Front,
The Modern Lovers,
Country Teasers,
Mandrill,
The Black Dice,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
The Star Department,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Ohio Players,
Outsiders,
The Kinks,
Eve St. Jones,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Archie Shepp,
Television Personalities,
Das Ding,
Roy Ayers,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.