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 Macedonia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lalann to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
X-101,
T.S.O.L.,
Stetsasonic,
Barrington Levy,
Clear Light,
The Count Five,
Sparks,
China Crisis,
Crispy Ambulance,
Monolake,
Robert Wyatt,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
Mantronix,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Tremeloes,
Deepchord,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Pantytec,
Man Parrish,
Simply Red,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Q and Not U,
The Offenders,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Funky Four + One,
Gabor Szabo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
Brass Construction,
Y Pants,
Qualms,
Young Marble Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Schoolly D,
Frankie Knuckles,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Parry Music,
The Gap Band,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Audionom,
the Swans,
Black Sheep,
Kaleidoscope,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Remains,
The Red Krayola,
Khruangbin,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.