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 Belgium 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Last Poets to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
OOIOO,
Agent Orange,
Davy DMX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alton Ellis,
Terry Callier,
Mantronix,
ABBA,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
Quadrant,
The Happenings,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Sonics,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Todd Rundgren,
R.M.O.,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Faraquet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Slits,
Ronan,
Tres Demented,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pierre Henry,
Dave Gahan,
The Leaves,
Sex Pistols,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Outsiders,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cybotron,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
cv313,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Harry Pussy,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.