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 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Motorama to the techno 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Scientists,
Procol Harum,
World's Most,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Don Cherry,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rites of Spring,
Nik Kershaw,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Massinfluence,
Zapp,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gun Club,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeff Lynne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
Ultravox,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Nils Olav,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Royal Trux,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.