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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 New Christs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fad Gadget,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Tommy Roe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hasil Adkins,
Bluetip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barrington Levy,
Public Enemy,
Nik Kershaw,
Khruangbin,
Cluster,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Severed Heads,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Colin Newman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
Dead Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Intrusion,
Royal Trux,
The Happenings,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
Harmonia,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Neu!,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Spandau Ballet,
Carl Craig,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.