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 Turkmenistan and from Bologna.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 the Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Names,
Half Japanese,
Whodini,
Niagra,
Black Moon,
Roxette,
The Stooges,
Arcadia,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Morten Harket,
The Wake,
Thompson Twins,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Unrelated Segments,
The Vogues,
Jawbox,
New Order,
Con Funk Shun,
Barrington Levy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Soft Machine,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Scion,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Supertramp,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ponytail,
The J.B.'s,
Bob Dylan,
Barbara Tucker,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.