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 Peru and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Siglo XX to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tommy Roe,
Nico,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Amazonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Kas Product,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Surgeon,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Section 25,
The Gap Band,
Massinfluence,
Henry Cow,
Bill Near,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
Monks,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Black Pus,
Cybotron,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Bobby Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Lynne,
Stetsasonic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hoover,
Alice Coltrane,
Simply Red,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Y Pants,
Susan Cadogan,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.