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 Cameroon and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Alison Limerick,
H. Thieme,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sällskapet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
the Normal,
Brick,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
Index,
John Holt,
The Toasters,
JFA,
Eli Mardock,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cowsills,
Oblivians,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Rosa Yemen,
Stetsasonic,
Trumans Water,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker,
New Age Steppers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hoover,
Joyce Sims,
The Angels of Light,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Nick Fraelich,
Shoche,
Suicide,
PIL,
The Flesh Eaters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Golliwogs,
Infiniti,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bill Near,
Peter and Kerry,
Nik Kershaw,
Interpol,
Lakeside,
Crash Course in Science,
DNA,
Little Man,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.