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 Nicaragua and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Rotary Connection to the grime 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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Amon Düül II,
the Bar-Kays,
MC5,
Symarip,
The American Breed,
Gang Starr,
Kenny Larkin,
Fat Boys,
Soul II Soul,
KRS-One,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Dual Sessions,
The Angels of Light,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
H. Thieme,
The Toasters,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Human League,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Selecter,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Lyres,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
Althea and Donna,
ABBA,
48th St. Collective,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Minny Pops,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marmalade,
The Associates,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
U.S. Maple,
Basic Channel,
The Cowsills,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Joey Negro,
Outsiders,
Roger Hodgson,
Aural Exciters,
The Gories,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.