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 Nepal and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Robert Palmer 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 Nas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Joey Negro,
Spoonie Gee,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Tubeway Army,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
PIL,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Barracudas,
Crime,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DNA,
The Black Dice,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Kinks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Golliwogs,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Faraquet,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Excepter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Young Marble Giants,
Susan Cadogan,
Simply Red,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Icehouse,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
The Saints,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.