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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Vogues,
Banda Bassotti,
The Wake,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Boredoms,
Depeche Mode,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Byron Stingily,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Nation of Ulysses,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Tremeloes,
Shoche,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare,
OOIOO,
Smog,
Blancmange,
Rapeman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
Slave,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Todd Rundgren,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
The Barracudas,
Rites of Spring,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Mo-Dettes,
China Crisis,
H. Thieme,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
the Normal,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.