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 Japan 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb 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 Fire Engines to the punk 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Sarah Menescal,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul II Soul,
X-102,
Accadde A,
Subhumans,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Suicide,
Funkadelic,
Donny Hathaway,
Donald Byrd,
Agitation Free,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
Surgeon,
The Five Americans,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
New Age Steppers,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
Amon Düül II,
The Barracudas,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
Jawbox,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Gong,
Jeff Lynne,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Freddie Wadling,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arcadia,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Moss Icon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Black Sheep,
Joensuu 1685,
The Pretty Things,
Ornette Coleman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.