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 Afghanistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Leaves to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Jeff Lynne,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minor Threat,
The Real Kids,
Hashim,
Clear Light,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Faraquet,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yaz,
Fluxion,
Nils Olav,
Tomorrow,
Bush Tetras,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Index,
The Invisible,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ossler,
Piero Umiliani,
Rekid,
These Immortal Souls,
Lyres,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Magma,
Cluster,
Scientists,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultra Naté,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Khruangbin,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pagans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sight & Sound,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed,
La Düsseldorf,
the Normal,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.