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 Portugal and from Manila.
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 Copenhagen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar 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 Mantronix to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Spandau Ballet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Television,
Rufus Thomas,
The Happenings,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
The Young Rascals,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scrapy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Oblivians,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monolake,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
48th St. Collective,
The Litter,
Niagra,
Donny Hathaway,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delta 5,
Tom Boy,
Skriet,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bush Tetras,
cv313,
Shuggie Otis,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Arthur Verocai,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper,
Anakelly,
Alphaville,
Motorama,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
Suburban Knight,
Index,
Interpol,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mission of Burma,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.