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 Romania and from Tokyo.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Birthday Party to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Jacques Brel 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 grime 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 an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
Jesper Dahlback,
Livin' Joy,
Henry Cow,
Ultravox,
X-101,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Zeros,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Aaron Thompson,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Swans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Skaos,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
Yazoo,
The Litter,
Little Man,
T. Rex,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
R.M.O.,
Jacob Miller,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Doobie Brothers,
Marine Girls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Evens,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Gong,
Clear Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lucky Dragons,
Minny Pops,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Howard Jones,
The Saints,
Derrick Morgan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Wyatt,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
the Germs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Erykah Badu,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.