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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the disco 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
The Velvet Underground,
Roy Ayers,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Pere Ubu,
The Gun Club,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Rod Modell,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Fear,
Albert Ayler,
Deakin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Zero Boys,
The Evens,
Circle Jerks,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
Graham Central Station,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Laurel Aitken,
The Trojans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Section 25,
Funky Four + One,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Absolute Body Control,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Mission of Burma,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
The Moleskins,
Echospace,
Aloha Tigers,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.