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 Paris.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Lightning Bolt to the grime 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Count Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
Fugazi,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gichy Dan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
The Seeds,
Sound Behaviour,
Soul II Soul,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Charles Mingus,
Sällskapet,
Shoche,
Parry Music,
The Modern Lovers,
Scion,
Boredoms,
FM Einheit,
Scratch Acid,
Tom Boy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Man Parrish,
Deakin,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Tomorrow,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Josef K,
The Slits,
Black Sheep,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Amazonics,
Harry Pussy,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.