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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 synthesizer 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Bauhaus,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Bill Wells,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Colin Newman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pantaleimon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Vainqueur,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Barclay James Harvest,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Happenings,
the Normal,
U.S. Maple,
Fatback Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Fall,
Minny Pops,
Hoover,
Brothers Johnson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
A Certain Ratio,
Boogie Down Productions,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Symarip,
Japan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ponytail,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Red Krayola,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Agitation Free,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pulsallama,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
UT,
cv313,
Kenny Larkin,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.