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 Maldives 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
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 sitar 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 UT to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Eric Dolphy,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Marine Girls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Janne Schatter,
Aural Exciters,
The Neon Judgement,
Johnny Osbourne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Dave Gahan,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Halsall,
Roy Ayers,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Prince Buster,
The Mummies,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Shuggie Otis,
The Electric Prunes,
Oneida,
Nick Fraelich,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harry Pussy,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Section 25,
Bluetip,
June Days,
The Detroit Cobras,
Newcleus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.