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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the guitar 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 Vainqueur to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All CMW 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Dark Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Mandrill,
Quando Quango,
Radio Birdman,
The Happenings,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
The Blues Magoos,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Skaos,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
U.S. Maple,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barclay James Harvest,
Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Aloha Tigers,
The Offenders,
Brothers Johnson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Negative Approach,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kerrie Biddell,
This Heat,
Crime,
Deakin,
Tom Boy,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Depeche Mode,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
China Crisis,
The Young Rascals,
The Motions,
The Misunderstood,
The Seeds,
Das Ding,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.