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 Philippines 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Minnie Riperton to the techno 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Rosa Yemen,
Scott Walker,
Television,
Suburban Knight,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Chris Corsano,
Erasure,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Camberwell Now,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Thee Headcoats,
The Raincoats,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Barry Ungar,
Jacques Brel,
Bill Wells,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gang of Four,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Porter Ricks,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Todd Rundgren,
Robert Hood,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Bizarre Inc.,
LL Cool J,
The Vogues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fad Gadget,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Selecter,
Cheater Slicks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
The Sound,
John Cale,
The Pretty Things,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Roger Hodgson,
the Germs,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.