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 Romania and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Underground Resistance to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Grey Daturas,
Fluxion,
Eddi Front,
JFA,
Ultra Naté,
John Foxx,
June of 44,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monochrome Set,
Henry Cow,
Josef K,
The American Breed,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Harry Pussy,
Hoover,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
T. Rex,
Jandek,
The Residents,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
The Misunderstood,
Hasil Adkins,
Joey Negro,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Tres Demented,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
PIL,
Jeff Lynne,
MC5,
Minny Pops,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
The United States of America,
Cybotron,
Fat Boys,
Thompson Twins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aaron Thompson,
The Real Kids,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fortunes,
Mars,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Iggy Pop,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Gang Starr,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.