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 Djibouti and from Accra.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Althea and Donna,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Heaven 17,
Pagans,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Fad Gadget,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blancmange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Japan,
The Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Ludus,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Fat Boys,
The Slackers,
Arcadia,
Avey Tare,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
The Motions,
K-Klass,
Alison Limerick,
Agent Orange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Minny Pops,
Masters at Work,
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Alphaville,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Newcleus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pet Shop Boys,
China Crisis,
Janne Schatter,
Make Up,
Nils Olav,
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.