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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Hot Snakes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
F. McDonald,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unwound,
Black Sheep,
Dennis Brown,
Prince Buster,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Stereo Dub,
The Leaves,
John Holt,
Davy DMX,
Erasure,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cure,
DNA,
Byron Stingily,
Intrusion,
Joe Smooth,
Black Pus,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
MDC,
Con Funk Shun,
Kerrie Biddell,
Youth Brigade,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
The Music Machine,
John Cale,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minnie Riperton,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bronski Beat,
Lyres,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Gang of Four,
Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Angels of Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Godley & Creme,
The Misunderstood,
Moebius,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.