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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DJ Style,
Whodini,
Public Enemy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Agent Orange,
E-Dancer,
Slave,
Robert Hood,
The Fuzztones,
Jacob Miller,
The Neon Judgement,
Brick,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Malaria!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Minor Threat,
The Pretty Things,
the Swans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Leaves,
the Normal,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pere Ubu,
Darondo,
Max Romeo,
Kaleidoscope,
Lindisfarne,
Flipper,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Names,
The Move,
Dead Boys,
Q65,
Zapp,
Franke,
Mission of Burma,
Procol Harum,
Subhumans,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Laurel Aitken,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warren Ellis,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Association,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ponytail,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.