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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 grime 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mantronix,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
F. McDonald,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Radio Birdman,
The Five Americans,
Lakeside,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Suburban Knight,
the Sonics,
John Foxx,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
kango's stein massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Organ,
Matthew Bourne,
Dark Day,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Massinfluence,
Derrick Morgan,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
Henry Cow,
Camouflage,
Quadrant,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Eden Ahbez,
Tres Demented,
Pantytec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Von Mondo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Robert Görl,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
Carl Craig,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Buckinghams,
Lower 48,
Pagans,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
Goldenarms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Harmonia,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.