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 Lebanon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare 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 Kerrie Biddell to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Don Cherry,
The Blackbyrds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Golliwogs,
OOIOO,
Pussy Galore,
Brand Nubian,
Magma,
Visage,
Q and Not U,
Pulsallama,
The Blues Magoos,
Ludus,
Crime,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Swans,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Roxette,
Amon Düül II,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang On A Can,
Slave,
Derrick May,
Jandek,
Avey Tare,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Sight & Sound,
Neil Young,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Hoover,
John Holt,
The Last Poets,
Easy Going,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Con Funk Shun,
Cybotron,
Dead Boys,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.