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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 harpsichord 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the techno 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Alton Ellis,
The Birthday Party,
Sex Pistols,
Joey Negro,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Warren Ellis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Cramps,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
The Associates,
X-Ray Spex,
the Sonics,
The Motions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Ronan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Darondo,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Doors,
Gerry Rafferty,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Blossom Toes,
Mo-Dettes,
Y Pants,
The Smoke,
Jeru the Damaja,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Skarface,
A Flock of Seagulls,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Junior Murvin,
ABBA,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Görl,
Malaria!,
Minor Threat,
The Buckinghams,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roxette,
Spoonie Gee,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.