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 France and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Cramps to the disco 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Sarah Menescal,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Boredoms,
Colin Newman,
Al Stewart,
Sister Nancy,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Janne Schatter,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Association,
The Raincoats,
ABBA,
Blancmange,
The New Christs,
Harmonia,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wally Richardson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ossler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jacques Brel,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
Bootsy Collins,
Talk Talk,
Average White Band,
Pole,
The Monochrome Set,
10cc,
The Standells,
Susan Cadogan,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cramps,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pylon,
World's Most,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.