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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from London.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
OOIOO,
The Doors,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Lightning Bolt,
The Moody Blues,
Infiniti,
Average White Band,
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mantronix,
JFA,
Rekid,
The Modern Lovers,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Zapp,
Alice Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Human League,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Pus,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
The Smiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Tremeloes,
The Fortunes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Names,
Yusef Lateef,
Amon Düül II,
John Coltrane,
Wally Richardson,
The Walker Brothers,
Pole,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Monks,
Sonic Youth,
The Raincoats,
Jeff Lynne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronnie Foster,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.