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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
New York Dolls,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Infiniti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Minny Pops,
The Knickerbockers,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
Kayak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
David Axelrod,
Groovy Waters,
Nico,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Chris & Cosey,
Yusef Lateef,
Ronnie Foster,
the Swans,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Angry Samoans,
The Wake,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Human League,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
the Germs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Pagans,
Reagan Youth,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Stooges,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.