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 Monaco and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 The Saints to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
The Angels of Light,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eurythmics,
Robert Wyatt,
Oneida,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Skriet,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Desert Stars,
June of 44,
The Residents,
Throbbing Gristle,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
Bad Manners,
Ituana,
Erasure,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
Ohio Players,
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Chrome,
Black Moon,
Magma,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
The Gories,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
Loose Ends,
Archie Shepp,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Nik Kershaw,
Roxette,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Rekid,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
John Foxx,
Black Pus,
Rufus Thomas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Offenders,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.