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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Bowie,
Hot Snakes,
Rites of Spring,
Livin' Joy,
Khruangbin,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Anthony Braxton,
The Saints,
Harmonia,
T. Rex,
Public Enemy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris & Cosey,
Sparks,
Absolute Body Control,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lebanon Hanover,
Roxette,
Minny Pops,
Juan Atkins,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Golliwogs,
Josef K,
The Move,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Bob Dylan,
The Evens,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
This Heat,
Aloha Tigers,
KRS-One,
Flash Fearless,
Mandrill,
Panda Bear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
X-101,
The Moody Blues,
Jeff Mills,
The Remains,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
EPMD,
Ludus,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.