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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Joyce Sims,
Heaven 17,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Soul Sonic Force,
Country Teasers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soft Cell,
EPMD,
Dennis Brown,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
Chris & Cosey,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Joe Smooth,
Talk Talk,
Graham Central Station,
Negative Approach,
Cal Tjader,
Fluxion,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Intrusion,
Technova,
Freddie Wadling,
The Star Department,
Peter and Kerry,
Scan 7,
Can,
Jandek,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wasted Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Bananas,
Television,
Joensuu 1685,
Youth Brigade,
Reuben Wilson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Stereo Dub,
the Bar-Kays,
Gregory Isaacs,
Erykah Badu,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.