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 Russia and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Sao Paulo.
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 marimba 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Last Poets,
Tommy Roe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Janne Schatter,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
The Modern Lovers,
Mars,
Fela Kuti,
Junior Murvin,
Ronnie Foster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Bluetip,
Electric Prunes,
Nico,
Cameo,
Bang On A Can,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Metal Thangz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mandrill,
The Searchers,
Sun City Girls,
Grey Daturas,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
10cc,
cv313,
Moebius,
Archie Shepp,
David McCallum,
The Doors,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Darondo,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
Radio Birdman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flipper,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.