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 Sri Lanka and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 DNA to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Jerry's Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Whodini,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Freddie Wadling,
Juan Atkins,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
The Velvet Underground,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
David Bowie,
The Moody Blues,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Royal Trux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Hood,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Interpol,
Malaria!,
Nils Olav,
Anthony Braxton,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Derrick Morgan,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tommy Roe,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.