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 Zimbabwe 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Flipper to the jazz 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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
Tim Buckley,
Wolf Eyes,
Camouflage,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
The Kinks,
The United States of America,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Pussy Galore,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Colin Newman,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Slave,
Visage,
Massinfluence,
Robert Hood,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion,
The Happenings,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Associates,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
Faraquet,
Albert Ayler,
Davy DMX,
Isaac Hayes,
the Fania All-Stars,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.