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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 808 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 Tim Buckley to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
PIL,
JFA,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Khruangbin,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
Matthew Bourne,
Radiohead,
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Electric Prunes,
Slave,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Bronski Beat,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Coltrane,
World's Most,
The Gap Band,
Scan 7,
Wasted Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
One Last Wish,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
Reagan Youth,
Cameo,
Warsaw,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drexciya,
UT,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
The Fall,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Flash Fearless,
Toni Rubio,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Rekid,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
Amazonics,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.