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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Toronto.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q and Not U to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
The Birthday Party,
Saccharine Trust,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Amon Düül II,
Sugar Minott,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nirvana,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
X-Ray Spex,
Mr. Review,
The Neon Judgement,
Nik Kershaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yaz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
The Velvet Underground,
Mo-Dettes,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Star Department,
Fluxion,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Suicide,
Can,
Black Flag,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Andrew Hill,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
kango's stein massive,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
This Heat,
OOIOO,
Arcadia,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
The Litter,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Theoretical Girls,
EPMD,
H. Thieme,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.