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 Liberia and from Delhi.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bluetip,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Remains,
Banda Bassotti,
Ornette Coleman,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Byron Stingily,
Oneida,
Inner City,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Trojans,
The Fugs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gun Club,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Severed Heads,
Babytalk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Moby Grape,
The Tremeloes,
The Evens,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
The Knickerbockers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Motions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Toni Rubio,
Skarface,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Yaz,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Don Cherry,
Das Ding,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eden Ahbez,
Cymande,
Lucky Dragons,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantytec,
Lou Reed,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.