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 Haiti 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Pole to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Visage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Interpol,
The Angels of Light,
Ossler,
Bluetip,
One Last Wish,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Organ,
Yaz,
Zero Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Average White Band,
The Index,
F. McDonald,
Sandy B,
Mandrill,
The Dead C,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
The Associates,
Altered Images,
The Modern Lovers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
8 Eyed Spy,
CMW,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Franke,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
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.