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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Tubeway Army to the grime 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Tommy Roe,
John Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry,
Thompson Twins,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
Barclay James Harvest,
Suicide,
X-Ray Spex,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
Das Ding,
Roxette,
Alphaville,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Can,
Bluetip,
Shoche,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultimate Spinach,
Archie Shepp,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Andrew Hill,
Sound Behaviour,
Eddi Front,
Amon Düül II,
Funky Four + One,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Pharoah Sanders,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
New Age Steppers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
Mr. Review,
The Stooges,
Minutemen,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Funkadelic,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.