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 Bhutan and from Hong Kong.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Lou Reed 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 Associates to the dance 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Panda Bear,
Heaven 17,
MC5,
The Names,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Visage,
Slave,
Lindisfarne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Harry Pussy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Index,
Scientists,
Oneida,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Loose Ends,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Dave Gahan,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Peter and Kerry,
Rosa Yemen,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The Blues Magoos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick Morgan,
PIL,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Theoretical Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Kinks,
Second Layer,
Gabor Szabo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Faraquet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.