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 Paraguay and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Livin' Joy to the grunge 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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Alton Ellis,
Dead Boys,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
James White and The Blacks,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Freddie Wadling,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
June of 44,
Jawbox,
Negative Approach,
Pet Shop Boys,
Organ,
Roger Hodgson,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Zapp,
Eddi Front,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Inner City,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Warsaw,
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Motorama,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Human League,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Blake Baxter,
Deepchord,
Bush Tetras,
This Heat,
Deakin,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.