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 Liechtenstein 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar 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 The Golliwogs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Archie Shepp,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Easy Going,
MDC,
Fugazi,
Man Parrish,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Residents,
AZ,
Letta Mbulu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Robert Hood,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fat Boys,
Black Sheep,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Mr. Review,
the Sonics,
Yaz,
Youth Brigade,
The Knickerbockers,
the Normal,
Jawbox,
Sex Pistols,
Laurel Aitken,
Das Ding,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
Ultravox,
Duran Duran,
Cluster,
The Moody Blues,
Roy Ayers,
Franke,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
JFA,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Index,
cv313,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.