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 Jordan and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Eurythmics,
Tomorrow,
Alison Limerick,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Audionom,
Tommy Roe,
The Leaves,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Raincoats,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Swans,
Gang of Four,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nils Olav,
Dennis Brown,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crooked Eye,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Monolake,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
China Crisis,
Slick Rick,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
Kurtis Blow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gun Club,
Unwound,
Skarface,
Warsaw,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott Heron,
Byron Stingily,
Heaven 17,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alphaville,
Letta Mbulu,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Eric Dolphy,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.