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 Bahamas and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Country Teasers to the crunk 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Patti Smith,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Technova,
John Foxx,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Buckinghams,
Chris & Cosey,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Subhumans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scratch Acid,
Thee Headcoats,
Circle Jerks,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Erykah Badu,
Skriet,
Arcadia,
B.T. Express,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
Smog,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Harpers Bizarre,
48th St. Collective,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
David Axelrod,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
X-102,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Ohio Players,
Roger Hodgson,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lungfish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Loose Ends,
FM Einheit,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.