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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABC to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Durutti Column,
Marine Girls,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
Lalann,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Newcleus,
Sparks,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pop Group,
Camberwell Now,
Jacques Brel,
Dave Gahan,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Neil Young,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stereo Dub,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Radio Birdman,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Eurythmics,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
F. McDonald,
Byron Stingily,
The Blues Magoos,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Faraquet,
Television,
Wasted Youth,
10cc,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fad Gadget,
Crispian St. Peters,
Eric Copeland,
Royal Trux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Names,
Cymande,
Lakeside,
The Red Krayola,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.