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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Cramps to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiohead,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dave Gahan,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roger Hodgson,
David Axelrod,
Kerri Chandler,
Y Pants,
Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Warren Ellis,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bootsy Collins,
The Fire Engines,
The Beau Brummels,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Sight & Sound,
Skaos,
New Order,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Mandrill,
The Gun Club,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yaz,
Sonic Youth,
Negative Approach,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Womack,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
David McCallum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Tommy Roe,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.