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 Moldova and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marvin Gaye,
Crash Course in Science,
The Wake,
Funkadelic,
Blancmange,
Robert Görl,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Young Rascals,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Reuben Wilson,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
D'Angelo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Walker Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
Archie Shepp,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
Television Personalities,
Joe Finger,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Zero Boys,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
Bill Near,
Robert Hood,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Names,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
The Divine Comedy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Letta Mbulu,
L. Decosne,
The Kinks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lungfish,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.