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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 harpsichord 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Don Cherry,
The Invisible,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
The Five Americans,
Magma,
Reagan Youth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Order,
Porter Ricks,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Funkadelic,
Skaos,
Swans,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Pole,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
Bobby Womack,
Newcleus,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Darondo,
The Techniques,
John Holt,
Neil Young,
Marc Almond,
Slave,
Public Enemy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
In Retrospect,
Fugazi,
Steve Hackett,
The Dave Clark Five,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Zeros,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Tom Boy,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
The Young Rascals,
The Dead C,
The Doobie Brothers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.