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 Tonga and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Pus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
The Vogues,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
The Techniques,
Chris Corsano,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marine Girls,
OOIOO,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Monks,
UT,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Godley & Creme,
CMW,
The Five Americans,
Saccharine Trust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nils Olav,
Visage,
Bad Manners,
The Offenders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gang Starr,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harmonia,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Bowie,
Kayak,
Colin Newman,
The Evens,
Aswad,
LL Cool J,
Fela Kuti,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Neu!,
Model 500,
Motorama,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force,
Stereo Dub,
The Young Rascals,
Echospace,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
The Gap Band,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.