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 Togo and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Cymande to the rock 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Ten City,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Derrick May,
Vladislav Delay,
Bill Near,
Funkadelic,
Cal Tjader,
JFA,
Todd Terry,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Dual Sessions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Siglo XX,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rites of Spring,
K-Klass,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Wolf Eyes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Residents,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
Pole,
Porter Ricks,
Sugar Minott,
Rod Modell,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.