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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 One Last Wish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Banda Bassotti 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Jacques Brel,
Crime,
The Kinks,
X-Ray Spex,
Kas Product,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Joensuu 1685,
Schoolly D,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rapeman,
The Vogues,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scientists,
Bush Tetras,
The Red Krayola,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Maleditus Sound,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Saccharine Trust,
Peter & Gordon,
Bobby Byrd,
The Moleskins,
ABC,
Cybotron,
Dawn Penn,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Lucky Dragons,
Country Teasers,
Andrew Hill,
The Gap Band,
Joy Division,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lightning Bolt,
June Days,
UT,
Crash Course in Science,
Ohio Players,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.