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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Eric Copeland to the electroclash 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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Q and Not U,
Soft Cell,
Lebanon Hanover,
ABBA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The American Breed,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
June Days,
Archie Shepp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
The Move,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Zeros,
Moebius,
UT,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Magazine,
Intrusion,
Roy Ayers,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yaz,
Kurtis Blow,
Visage,
Erykah Badu,
Kaleidoscope,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Qualms,
Y Pants,
Minny Pops,
Lower 48,
Skaos,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Jandek,
Sex Pistols,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.