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 Laos and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Salvador.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
AZ,
Skriet,
Half Japanese,
KRS-One,
Flipper,
Hasil Adkins,
Skaos,
The Monochrome Set,
Eddi Front,
The Busters,
Schoolly D,
the Association,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tom Boy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Negative Approach,
Essential Logic,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Porter Ricks,
Section 25,
Isaac Hayes,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
The Real Kids,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Black Sheep,
Dawn Penn,
Henry Cow,
Bluetip,
Althea and Donna,
Mad Mike,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Grey Daturas,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Scan 7,
Fela Kuti,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.