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 Qatar and from Calgary.
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 Bologna and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
The Blues Magoos,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Electric Prunes,
Agitation Free,
Davy DMX,
The Cowsills,
Desert Stars,
Soul II Soul,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cramps,
The New Christs,
The Busters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Au Pairs,
Archie Shepp,
The Saints,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
The Monochrome Set,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lightning Bolt,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Cymande,
the Sonics,
Maurizio,
Youth Brigade,
Visage,
New Order,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Eric Dolphy,
Angry Samoans,
Interpol,
The Searchers,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Traffic Nightmare,
Crooked Eye,
Juan Atkins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Half Japanese,
Suicide,
Matthew Halsall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.