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 Egypt and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kayak to the grunge 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Dark Day,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers,
Tom Boy,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Motions,
Kenny Larkin,
Gabor Szabo,
World's Most,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Wells,
Kayak,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
Marshall Jefferson,
The J.B.'s,
Traffic Nightmare,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Television,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Alison Limerick,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kaleidoscope,
Porter Ricks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
The Fugs,
Animal Collective,
MDC,
Brass Construction,
Skarface,
The Fire Engines,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronnie Foster,
F. McDonald,
Graham Central Station,
Spoonie Gee,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Moebius,
Fad Gadget,
Das Ding,
The Searchers,
Marmalade,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.