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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Flesh Eaters to the crunk 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Moss Icon,
E-Dancer,
Al Stewart,
Ultravox,
Groovy Waters,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
EPMD,
Cameo,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David McCallum,
Mad Mike,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cal Tjader,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Eric Dolphy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bobby Womack,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
Q and Not U,
Scrapy,
Ohio Players,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bluetip,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Pussy Galore,
Joensuu 1685,
The Beau Brummels,
Tommy Roe,
Heaven 17,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Bobby Hutcherson,
K-Klass,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
John Holt,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
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.