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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mighty Diamonds to the punk 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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Cluster,
June of 44,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sixth Finger,
B.T. Express,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Mars,
Graham Central Station,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
Rod Modell,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oblivians,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Silicon Teens,
Jandek,
Terry Callier,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
Wire,
Animal Collective,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Brand Nubian,
Chris & Cosey,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Little Man,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Can,
Outsiders,
The Mummies,
Aloha Tigers,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlback,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Saints,
The American Breed,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.