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 Czech Republic and from Salvador.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Scott Walker to the funk 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Black Moon,
Index,
Funkadelic,
Rekid,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Donny Hathaway,
Ultra Naté,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Delta 5,
Joe Smooth,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Surgeon,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Amon Düül,
Jeff Lynne,
Mo-Dettes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Max Romeo,
Section 25,
AZ,
Jawbox,
The Evens,
Rotary Connection,
Alphaville,
Fugazi,
Suicide,
Brothers Johnson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
K-Klass,
Adolescents,
Archie Shepp,
X-Ray Spex,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joyce Sims,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Judy Mowatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
World's Most,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Porter Ricks,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fortunes,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.