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 Oman and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Donald Byrd to the punk 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Urselle,
Tommy Roe,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
Radiohead,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Misunderstood,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Fire Engines,
Eurythmics,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Rites of Spring,
Connie Case,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
Glenn Branca,
Tim Buckley,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fela Kuti,
Hardrive,
Joey Negro,
John Coltrane,
Slave,
Anthony Braxton,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sixth Finger,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Youth Brigade,
Fluxion,
Panda Bear,
H. Thieme,
Deakin,
Magazine,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Hood,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
One Last Wish,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Television,
Eden Ahbez,
Country Teasers,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.