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 Ireland and from Madrid.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saints to the dance 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Trumans Water,
Kas Product,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
Moebius,
Scratch Acid,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dirtbombs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sun Ra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Yaz,
Hoover,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
The Durutti Column,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
Brothers Johnson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-102,
Eric B and Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
The Pop Group,
Animal Collective,
The Victims,
The Black Dice,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Derrick Morgan,
Agitation Free,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Order,
Average White Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Christie,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
Sandy B,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Henry Cow,
X-101,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Slits,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.