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 Bangladesh and from New York.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
the Swans,
Metal Thangz,
David Axelrod,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cure,
Q65,
New Order,
FM Einheit,
Janne Schatter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Newcleus,
Moebius,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Hill,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Second Layer,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fall,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moleskins,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Index,
Harpers Bizarre,
Shuggie Otis,
Scratch Acid,
Charles Mingus,
Tim Buckley,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Grey Daturas,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soul Sonic Force,
Maurizio,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Qualms,
KRS-One,
Freddie Wadling,
Mad Mike,
Cybotron,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Crime,
Shoche,
Clear Light,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.