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 Indonesia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 UT to the electroclash 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Nick Fraelich,
Gichy Dan,
John Holt,
Moss Icon,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Make Up,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Piero Umiliani,
Arcadia,
Erykah Badu,
Kurtis Blow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ohio Players,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Radio Birdman,
Crispy Ambulance,
B.T. Express,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
EPMD,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
The Victims,
Slave,
Marine Girls,
Hardrive,
Jawbox,
Pet Shop Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Vladislav Delay,
The Young Rascals,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Underground Resistance,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
the Soft Cell,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Don Cherry,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
Shuggie Otis,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.