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 Gambia and from New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 The Fall to the funk 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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls 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?
The Seeds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Trojans,
Jawbox,
Subhumans,
Warren Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Boredoms,
Rites of Spring,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Barbara Tucker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ultimate Spinach,
48th St. Collective,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Andrew Hill,
Ituana,
Jeff Lynne,
The Stooges,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
The Mojo Men,
Tommy Roe,
Malaria!,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
The Star Department,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
The Smiths,
Dead Boys,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rufus Thomas,
Deadbeat,
Matthew Bourne,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Anthony Braxton,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Terry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
LL Cool J,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rapeman,
Kenny Larkin,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.