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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Sound Behaviour,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hasil Adkins,
Tim Buckley,
Barrington Levy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Colin Newman,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Vogues,
Shoche,
Jeru the Damaja,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Divine Comedy,
Scan 7,
Interpol,
June Days,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultra Naté,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Boredoms,
In Retrospect,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Little Man,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Funky Four + One,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
The Pretty Things,
Janne Schatter,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
The Fire Engines,
Kayak,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.