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 East Timor and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlback,
Zero Boys,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
Ice-T,
Ronnie Foster,
Joyce Sims,
Dual Sessions,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
The J.B.'s,
The Red Krayola,
Lakeside,
Johnny Clarke,
Sight & Sound,
Reagan Youth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Remains,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
R.M.O.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nas,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
Harmonia,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Youth Brigade,
Peter and Kerry,
Radio Birdman,
Ultravox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Quando Quango,
Adolescents,
10cc,
Wire,
DNA,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Tomorrow,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.