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 Kyrgyzstan 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Neu!,
Aaron Thompson,
The Slackers,
Wings,
Ossler,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Josef K,
Boogie Down Productions,
Interpol,
Monks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
the Slits,
10cc,
Suburban Knight,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Black Dice,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
Panda Bear,
Ice-T,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Bananas,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
FM Einheit,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
the Swans,
Outsiders,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-102,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Flash Fearless,
The Standells,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Moon,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.