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 Bhutan and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Newcleus to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
OOIOO,
John Holt,
Cheater Slicks,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Lucky Dragons,
Alice Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
Moss Icon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cecil Taylor,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Erasure,
Magma,
Brick,
Todd Rundgren,
Matthew Halsall,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
The Knickerbockers,
Livin' Joy,
Maleditus Sound,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Boz Scaggs,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
The Toasters,
Todd Terry,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
The Skatalites,
Audionom,
Yaz,
D'Angelo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
The Fortunes,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.