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 Dominican Republic and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 mellotron 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 The Move to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cameo,
Schoolly D,
Scientists,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mr. Review,
Skaos,
Fela Kuti,
Dawn Penn,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
The Cure,
Simply Red,
Basic Channel,
Sun Ra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Index,
Tom Boy,
The Martian,
Surgeon,
Albert Ayler,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Easy Going,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Half Japanese,
Wally Richardson,
The Real Kids,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joyce Sims,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Cecil Taylor,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
Eve St. Jones,
The Moleskins,
Alphaville,
Black Moon,
Deepchord,
the Fania All-Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
Jesper Dahlback,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.