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 Japan and from Accra.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Knickerbockers to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bronski Beat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Porter Ricks,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Unwound,
The Star Department,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Moss Icon,
Johnny Clarke,
Carl Craig,
Ituana,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Skriet,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Donny Hathaway,
Pulsallama,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cymande,
Fluxion,
New York Dolls,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultra Naté,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Aloha Tigers,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Pretty Things,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Tres Demented,
Black Moon,
Wally Richardson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Chrome,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Joy Division,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.