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 Philippines and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
Albert Ayler,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
Television,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dead Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
Prince Buster,
Hoover,
Robert Görl,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Massinfluence,
The Fall,
UT,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Rod Modell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
Los Fastidios,
Chris & Cosey,
Oblivians,
Idris Muhammad,
Nick Fraelich,
The American Breed,
Ornette Coleman,
The Velvet Underground,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Osbourne,
Excepter,
Second Layer,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Freddie Wadling,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.