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 Malaysia and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Fat Boys to the funk 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Goldenarms,
Cybotron,
This Heat,
The Grass Roots,
Marine Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Livin' Joy,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
In Retrospect,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Josef K,
Ossler,
Tomorrow,
Gerry Rafferty,
Trumans Water,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Television Personalities,
Sugar Minott,
Joensuu 1685,
Colin Newman,
Can,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
Ronnie Foster,
Pagans,
UT,
The Flesh Eaters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
The Trojans,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Electric Prunes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
Barbara Tucker,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Banda Bassotti,
Hardrive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter & Gordon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Knickerbockers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Victims,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.