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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Fall to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Cale,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Royal Trux,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harmonia,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grey Daturas,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Blancmange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster,
Duran Duran,
Steve Hackett,
Half Japanese,
ABC,
The Residents,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Agitation Free,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
Banda Bassotti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
Spandau Ballet,
Matthew Bourne,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camouflage,
Bobby Byrd,
Flash Fearless,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
The Searchers,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Pylon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.