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 Dominica and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Trojans to the grime 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Negative Approach,
These Immortal Souls,
Gong,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fuzztones,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Josef K,
Anthony Braxton,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Duran Duran,
Barbara Tucker,
La Düsseldorf,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
the Sonics,
Eddi Front,
The Kinks,
The Smiths,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Malaria!,
The Wake,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Pussy Galore,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
Alison Limerick,
Pantytec,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Ronan,
Maurizio,
L. Decosne,
Ohio Players,
Ituana,
Barrington Levy,
Vladislav Delay,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.