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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 Winnipeg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 KRS-One to the crunk 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gerry Rafferty,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Chris Corsano,
the Normal,
Peter & Gordon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Yusef Lateef,
The Blues Magoos,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
John Holt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The New Christs,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Royal Trux,
Prince Buster,
Patti Smith,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Lucky Dragons,
The Durutti Column,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
JFA,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Tim Buckley,
The Gladiators,
Circle Jerks,
Susan Cadogan,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Smog,
Rotary Connection,
Qualms,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
H. Thieme,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.