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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Ten City to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
The Doobie Brothers,
Public Enemy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
the Human League,
Crime,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Archie Shepp,
Stereo Dub,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
The Busters,
Delta 5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suicide,
Lightning Bolt,
cv313,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
Wings,
Fad Gadget,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Barry Ungar,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Leaves,
Sam Rivers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Buzzcocks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.