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 Korea North and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 clarinet 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 Cybotron to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Standells. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
The Misunderstood,
Lakeside,
Roxy Music,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mandrill,
Slick Rick,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
One Last Wish,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Names,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Liliput,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Bobby Byrd,
Warren Ellis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Mr. Review,
Marine Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ohio Players,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Max Romeo,
Severed Heads,
Supertramp,
Q65,
MC5,
the Slits,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Don Cherry,
Hoover,
Pantaleimon,
Joe Smooth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Happenings,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Malaria!,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Camberwell Now,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.