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 India and from Hong Kong.
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 Shanghai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 guitar 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 Tommy Roe to the punk 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Hoover,
Silicon Teens,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grauzone,
Johnny Clarke,
Supertramp,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Shoche,
Arab on Radar,
Connie Case,
Audionom,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
Underground Resistance,
The Shadows of Knight,
CMW,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Names,
Cal Tjader,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Urselle,
Simply Red,
Barrington Levy,
The Index,
Cecil Taylor,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Oneida,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Martian,
Sound Behaviour,
Magazine,
Charles Mingus,
Junior Murvin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
The Cramps,
Index,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Cluster,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.