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 Gabon and from Milan.
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 Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Television Personalities to the jazz 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Maleditus Sound,
Talk Talk,
The Human League,
Todd Rundgren,
Ohio Players,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joensuu 1685,
Arcadia,
Minutemen,
Theoretical Girls,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Piero Umiliani,
Altered Images,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Sherman,
Sonic Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Roger Hodgson,
Sällskapet,
Unwound,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Sheep,
Eve St. Jones,
The Golliwogs,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Fat Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fatback Band,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Depeche Mode,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
Nirvana,
Flipper,
Graham Central Station,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
Amon Düül II,
Black Bananas,
Davy DMX,
Scrapy,
In Retrospect,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.