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 Vietnam and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the punk 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
The Barracudas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Thee Headcoats,
Susan Cadogan,
the Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Jawbox,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Agent Orange,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
Nils Olav,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-102,
The Skatalites,
Hashim,
Marmalade,
Tommy Roe,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Faust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Holt,
Skaos,
Alice Coltrane,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Pretty Things,
Blancmange,
Radio Birdman,
Tim Buckley,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.