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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Agitation Free to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Khruangbin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Brass Construction,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Donald Byrd,
A Certain Ratio,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Nas,
Jeff Lynne,
Arab on Radar,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
The Smoke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
Sister Nancy,
Newcleus,
The Modern Lovers,
Soul II Soul,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Underground Resistance,
Yaz,
Panda Bear,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantytec,
Sun Ra,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Suicide,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Terry,
Juan Atkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moss Icon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Monks,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Scion,
Procol Harum,
Black Pus,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.