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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 Cheater Slicks to the rock 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Wire,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
Thompson Twins,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Zeros,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Amazonics,
Liliput,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kas Product,
Kayak,
Eurythmics,
Rhythm & Sound,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Mandrill,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Cybotron,
The Black Dice,
Siglo XX,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeff Mills,
Chris & Cosey,
Ultra Naté,
Schoolly D,
Gerry Rafferty,
Franke,
These Immortal Souls,
Lou Christie,
Hasil Adkins,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jandek,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
Charles Mingus,
Magma,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Chrome,
Panda Bear,
Neu!,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiohead,
Gabor Szabo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Mummies,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bauhaus,
Youth Brigade,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Television Personalities,
Eric B and Rakim,
Severed Heads,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.