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 Luxembourg and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eden Ahbez to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Soulsonic Force,
David McCallum,
Alphaville,
Ohio Players,
World's Most,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Colin Newman,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Byrd,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Au Pairs,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oblivians,
Pharoah Sanders,
Derrick May,
Skarface,
Aaron Thompson,
the Association,
Erykah Badu,
The Happenings,
Deadbeat,
Brand Nubian,
Idris Muhammad,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Agitation Free,
Can,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Man Eating Sloth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Aural Exciters,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Suburban Knight,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Grass Roots,
The Index,
Icehouse,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.