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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the grunge 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
The Searchers,
EPMD,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
Panda Bear,
The Cure,
Index,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Unrelated Segments,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Dead Boys,
ABC,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minnie Riperton,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Godley & Creme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Cybotron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Con Funk Shun,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster,
the Germs,
New Age Steppers,
Sight & Sound,
The United States of America,
Lebanon Hanover,
Davy DMX,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joey Negro,
10cc,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Juan Atkins,
Barbara Tucker,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Au Pairs,
Aaron Thompson,
Jerry's Kids,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.