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 Iran 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 oboe 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 Simply Red to the rap 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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
Buzzcocks,
Accadde A,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Eric Dolphy,
Tomorrow,
Whodini,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Motorama,
Kaleidoscope,
Sam Rivers,
Dual Sessions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Searchers,
Todd Rundgren,
Harmonia,
Freddie Wadling,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swell Maps,
Peter and Kerry,
Barrington Levy,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Donald Byrd,
Hoover,
Al Stewart,
Roxette,
Tommy Roe,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Heaven 17,
Babytalk,
Howard Jones,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Technova,
John Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Index,
PIL,
Johnny Clarke,
Neu!,
Lalann,
Lindisfarne,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.