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 Latvia and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Madrid.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
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 Desert Stars to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Names. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultravox,
Boz Scaggs,
OOIOO,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jeff Mills,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Junior Murvin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
kango's stein massive,
Roxy Music,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Shuggie Otis,
The Wake,
ABBA,
Morten Harket,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Associates,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rod Modell,
The Smoke,
Grandmaster Flash,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jawbox,
Quadrant,
Desert Stars,
World's Most,
Arab on Radar,
Pussy Galore,
Bill Near,
Sparks,
The Blues Magoos,
Franke,
the Human League,
Japan,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Davy DMX,
Absolute Body Control,
Nirvana,
The Young Rascals,
Joy Division,
ABC,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Cymande,
Harmonia,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.