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 Lesotho and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Grauzone,
Juan Atkins,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Finger,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
A Certain Ratio,
Q65,
The Residents,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
The Monochrome Set,
Qualms,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
John Holt,
The Martian,
The Motions,
Scion,
Heaven 17,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nas,
Cal Tjader,
The Gun Club,
John Lydon,
The Kinks,
Saccharine Trust,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Prince Buster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
K-Klass,
Soft Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Evens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Saints,
Radiopuhelimet,
Shuggie Otis,
Delon & Dalcan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Throbbing Gristle,
Jeff Lynne,
The Pretty Things,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Association,
Visage,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.