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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Howard Jones,
The Dead C,
The Birthday Party,
Eli Mardock,
Infiniti,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang of Four,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
D'Angelo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Dawn Penn,
Joe Finger,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
The Cowsills,
Isaac Hayes,
Gabor Szabo,
Blossom Toes,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Remains,
The Motions,
The Fugs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sight & Sound,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultimate Spinach,
Drexciya,
Boz Scaggs,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mission of Burma,
Arcadia,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fortunes,
The United States of America,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun City Girls,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Human League,
Josef K,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell, N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell.
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.