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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Cabaret Voltaire to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Aural Exciters,
Man Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Wings,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
The Blackbyrds,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Deadbeat,
K-Klass,
D'Angelo,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
The Walker Brothers,
Tears for Fears,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rakim,
The Index,
Hoover,
Robert Hood,
cv313,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
Slave,
Easy Going,
Cluster,
Vladislav Delay,
Au Pairs,
Pagans,
Black Flag,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dead Boys,
Jimmy McGriff,
Chris Corsano,
Thompson Twins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Faust,
The Knickerbockers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Jeff Lynne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Sandy B,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
The Raincoats,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.