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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Saccharine Trust to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Black Pus,
T.S.O.L.,
Minnie Riperton,
a-ha,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Charles Mingus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
Dead Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Minny Pops,
Livin' Joy,
Outsiders,
Inner City,
ABBA,
The Count Five,
Amon Düül,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Guru Guru,
Swell Maps,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Invisible,
Basic Channel,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
La Düsseldorf,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nils Olav,
Graham Central Station,
Morten Harket,
Electric Prunes,
Public Enemy,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
John Foxx,
The Dirtbombs,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
10cc,
The Pop Group,
Television Personalities,
Yazoo,
The Mojo Men,
Qualms,
Kurtis Blow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.