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 Romania and from Madrid.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Barbara Tucker,
Lindisfarne,
The Stooges,
Harmonia,
Dark Day,
Pagans,
Television Personalities,
Suicide,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aswad,
Skarface,
Loose Ends,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Hashim,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
The Motions,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Saints,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Sparks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
Aloha Tigers,
ABC,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Lyres,
Black Bananas,
The Star Department,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.