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 El Salvador and from Columbus.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 June Days to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
Aaron Thompson,
The Doobie Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Au Pairs,
Parry Music,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Slackers,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Juan Atkins,
A Certain Ratio,
Crooked Eye,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fear,
Robert Wyatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Pagans,
Duran Duran,
Symarip,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Interpol,
Nik Kershaw,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Goldenarms,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Tomorrow,
Excepter,
Wire,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Magma,
Alison Limerick,
EPMD,
Popol Vuh,
Mad Mike,
Sex Pistols,
The Grass Roots,
Young Marble Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
Masters at Work,
Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes, Wolf Eyes.
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.