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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jacob Miller,
JFA,
World's Most,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Pere Ubu,
Q65,
Boz Scaggs,
Nas,
The Motions,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Lakeside,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Durutti Column,
Piero Umiliani,
Jandek,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radio Birdman,
Fugazi,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Barry Ungar,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mark Hollis,
Arcadia,
Minny Pops,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Slits,
The Skatalites,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
The Last Poets,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Robert Görl,
Liliput,
The Moleskins,
Dead Boys,
Brand Nubian,
The Smoke,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Moby Grape,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.