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 Uruguay and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Thee Headcoats,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suburban Knight,
Fugazi,
Outsiders,
the Soft Cell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Hardrive,
The Techniques,
Pantaleimon,
Eden Ahbez,
Ice-T,
Blake Baxter,
Soft Cell,
the Bar-Kays,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monks,
Janne Schatter,
The Evens,
The Moleskins,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Hot Snakes,
Organ,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Deadbeat,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Altered Images,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
E-Dancer,
Infiniti,
Warsaw,
The Happenings,
Intrusion,
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
D'Angelo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sandy B,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.