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 Brunei 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Faraquet,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Hardrive,
Duran Duran,
Agitation Free,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Durutti Column,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Supertramp,
Albert Ayler,
The Saints,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
The Searchers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Easy Going,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Outsiders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
AZ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tears for Fears,
The Velvet Underground,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
DJ Style,
Minny Pops,
Rufus Thomas,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Rod Modell,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
the Sonics,
Cameo,
Agent Orange,
Josef K,
Hashim,
The Move,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
The Smoke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.