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 Bulgaria and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Tubeway Army to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Litter,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Supertramp,
Iggy Pop,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
X-Ray Spex,
Rosa Yemen,
Hasil Adkins,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Young Marble Giants,
Au Pairs,
Lindisfarne,
Thompson Twins,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
Arthur Verocai,
H. Thieme,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Last Poets,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
Connie Case,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Massinfluence,
The Pop Group,
Prince Buster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
D'Angelo,
Country Teasers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Al Stewart,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fugs,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.