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 Tunisia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Gladiators to the techno 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Finger,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Essential Logic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Agent Orange,
The Fortunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
David Bowie,
The Pop Group,
Roger Hodgson,
D'Angelo,
A Certain Ratio,
The Smiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Sandy B,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Althea and Donna,
Judy Mowatt,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cowsills,
Can,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Eden Ahbez,
Tim Buckley,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Lyres,
Josef K,
Camberwell Now,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Mars,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Visage,
The Golliwogs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Kinks,
Depeche Mode,
Minny Pops,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.