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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Kas Product,
Magazine,
Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Animal Collective,
Youth Brigade,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Technova,
Absolute Body Control,
Sam Rivers,
Tomorrow,
The Martian,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chrome,
Max Romeo,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Dave Gahan,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
The Star Department,
Khruangbin,
Icehouse,
Whodini,
The Fortunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
World's Most,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
B.T. Express,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Juan Atkins,
Mad Mike,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Invisible,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric Copeland,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Byron Stingily,
Cluster,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.