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 Pakistan and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 FM Einheit to the punk 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gong,
The Blackbyrds,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
Isaac Hayes,
Schoolly D,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Vainqueur,
Mars,
Scion,
Crime,
The Busters,
The Standells,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gun Club,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
Dave Gahan,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Maurizio,
JFA,
MDC,
Barbara Tucker,
Harmonia,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Darondo,
Brothers Johnson,
Eve St. Jones,
Wasted Youth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Public Enemy,
Animal Collective,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jeff Lynne,
The Residents,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Byron Stingily,
John Foxx,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bang On A Can,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.