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 Bangladesh and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pantaleimon to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
8 Eyed Spy,
Robert Görl,
The Red Krayola,
The Vogues,
Loose Ends,
Malaria!,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Chrome,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Surgeon,
Moby Grape,
Soul II Soul,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Music Machine,
Joy Division,
Masters at Work,
The Misunderstood,
Schoolly D,
Von Mondo,
Ken Boothe,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rotary Connection,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Brothers Johnson,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Letta Mbulu,
Donald Byrd,
Index,
Scrapy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
The Moleskins,
Spoonie Gee,
Japan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Cramps,
DJ Style,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gang Green,
UT,
Max Romeo,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.