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 Iran and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 E-Dancer 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
The Misunderstood,
The Fugs,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Sällskapet,
Roger Hodgson,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Alice Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roxette,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Bananas,
Cal Tjader,
Delon & Dalcan,
Subhumans,
Sonny Sharrock,
JFA,
The Shadows of Knight,
Anakelly,
LL Cool J,
Mo-Dettes,
Zapp,
Camberwell Now,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Godley & Creme,
Harmonia,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
Echospace,
K-Klass,
the Bar-Kays,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Halsall,
Intrusion,
Cecil Taylor,
In Retrospect,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Hood,
Monolake,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Stiv Bators,
The Blues Magoos,
Pussy Galore,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.