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 Congo and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 mellotron 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 Rosa Yemen to the dance 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav 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?
Letta Mbulu,
New York Dolls,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Siglo XX,
Section 25,
Minnie Riperton,
Ohio Players,
Yusef Lateef,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Morten Harket,
Unwound,
The Smiths,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Absolute Body Control,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Marmalade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
the Swans,
Ken Boothe,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
World's Most,
D'Angelo,
Schoolly D,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Foxx,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gichy Dan,
Tres Demented,
Suicide,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
Monolake,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Khruangbin,
Robert Wyatt,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.