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 Australia and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Pet Shop Boys,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Donny Hathaway,
Excepter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Electric Light Orchestra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Khruangbin,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Soul Sonic Force,
X-101,
EPMD,
Faust,
Wire,
KRS-One,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Henry Cow,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quando Quango,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unwound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dual Sessions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cybotron,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Sällskapet,
Technova,
Chris & Cosey,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Q and Not U,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Bronski Beat,
Max Romeo,
The Associates,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Patti Smith,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.