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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Faust 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Au Pairs,
Essential Logic,
The Cramps,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Beau Brummels,
T. Rex,
Matthew Halsall,
Davy DMX,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
Throbbing Gristle,
Josef K,
Rosa Yemen,
Carl Craig,
FM Einheit,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gories,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Index,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
AZ,
Bang On A Can,
Mandrill,
Urselle,
Jeff Lynne,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Colin Newman,
Livin' Joy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ice-T,
The Searchers,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Echospace,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
Joey Negro,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Roxette,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.