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 Armenia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camberwell Now,
Con Funk Shun,
EPMD,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Marmalade,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Outsiders,
Wire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
Scratch Acid,
June of 44,
Aloha Tigers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Pop Group,
Michelle Simonal,
Spandau Ballet,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rufus Thomas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang On A Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Mandrill,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Grey Daturas,
Eddi Front,
Eric Copeland,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Interpol,
Roxy Music,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Boredoms,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.