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 Germany and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scan 7 to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Nik Kershaw,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Aaron Thompson,
Panda Bear,
The Fire Engines,
Theoretical Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Rekid,
The Busters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tubeway Army,
10cc,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
Leonard Cohen,
The American Breed,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Negative Approach,
Thee Headcoats,
Tim Buckley,
Josef K,
Derrick Morgan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Alarm Clocks,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Public Enemy,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eli Mardock,
Patti Smith,
Lightning Bolt,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Harpers Bizarre,
Blancmange,
Sunsets and Hearts,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Franke,
MC5,
ABBA,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.