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 Swaziland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba 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 Siglo XX to the jazz 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Fortunes,
Robert Wyatt,
Lalann,
John Foxx,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Black Flag,
FM Einheit,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Darondo,
Johnny Clarke,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
Scrapy,
Nik Kershaw,
Intrusion,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pulsallama,
E-Dancer,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Gerry Rafferty,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Roger Hodgson,
Dual Sessions,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sight & Sound,
Bootsy Collins,
One Last Wish,
Ultimate Spinach,
World's Most,
Warsaw,
Zapp,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Görl,
The Leaves,
Marvin Gaye,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker,
Minnie Riperton,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rapeman,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.