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 Panama and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Slits,
Jacob Miller,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
T. Rex,
Subhumans,
the Soft Cell,
Lakeside,
Sex Pistols,
The Angels of Light,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sixth Finger,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Monks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Livin' Joy,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
T.S.O.L.,
Althea and Donna,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Symarip,
Cameo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Index,
Peter and Kerry,
EPMD,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Grauzone,
MC5,
Gichy Dan,
Sam Rivers,
Aaron Thompson,
Warsaw,
Stiv Bators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Kinks,
Susan Cadogan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Bob Dylan,
Radiopuhelimet,
ABC,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Moby Grape,
Malaria!,
Yellowson,
PIL,
Dorothy Ashby,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.