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 Jamaica and from Bologna.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Misunderstood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Sneak,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Josef K,
Lalann,
The Misunderstood,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Golliwogs,
Circle Jerks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
Fat Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
R.M.O.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Aaron Thompson,
La Düsseldorf,
Kayak,
Marvin Gaye,
Bauhaus,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
Arthur Verocai,
Radio Birdman,
Toni Rubio,
One Last Wish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Moody Blues,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oblivians,
a-ha,
Saccharine Trust,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Marc Almond,
Animal Collective,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Television Personalities,
Jerry's Kids,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.