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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Donald Fagen 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 Smiths to the electroclash 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Sonic Youth,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Gladiators,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
Soul Sonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Funkadelic,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Kenny Larkin,
Main Source,
June of 44,
Barclay James Harvest,
Boredoms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lyres,
Model 500,
Tim Buckley,
Interpol,
New Order,
Tears for Fears,
Chrome,
Inner City,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Popol Vuh,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Crispy Ambulance,
MDC,
Average White Band,
Graham Central Station,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Minny Pops,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Boogie Down Productions,
Thompson Twins,
Darondo,
Motorama,
The United States of America,
The Black Dice,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.