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 Iceland 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Agent Orange to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nik Kershaw,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Whodini,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Iggy Pop,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sarah Menescal,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
Robert Wyatt,
Subhumans,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Connie Case,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
The Victims,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Brick,
Isaac Hayes,
Bush Tetras,
Tears for Fears,
Glambeats Corp.,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Erasure,
The Count Five,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Model 500,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Buzzcocks,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
The Slackers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.