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 Papua New Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Television,
Sam Rivers,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dark Day,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Don Cherry,
Ronan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Arthur Verocai,
The Stooges,
Basic Channel,
48th St. Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Music Machine,
Mantronix,
Scientists,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barrington Levy,
Lungfish,
the Germs,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
cv313,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
Bang On A Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Little Man,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Byrd,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.