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 Sudan and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Peter & Gordon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
kango's stein massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Malaria!,
B.T. Express,
The Leaves,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Joey Negro,
Barbara Tucker,
The Black Dice,
The Litter,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jacob Miller,
Boz Scaggs,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Laurel Aitken,
Basic Channel,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Urselle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tomorrow,
Mission of Burma,
Magma,
Dave Gahan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Desert Stars,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Todd Terry,
Prince Buster,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
Alton Ellis,
Audionom,
Amon Düül,
Marvin Gaye,
Donald Byrd,
Liliput,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.