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 Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the rap 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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boredoms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Kurtis Blow,
Neil Young,
David McCallum,
The Fall,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Mills,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Curtis Mayfield,
Inner City,
Rotary Connection,
Ronan,
Index,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Circle Jerks,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tomorrow,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Tom Boy,
Sandy B,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Birthday Party,
Quadrant,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Icehouse,
Jimmy McGriff,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moebius,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Mandrill,
Cheater Slicks,
Donald Byrd,
Excepter,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Bar-Kays,
The Electric Prunes,
The Invisible,
Patti Smith,
Suburban Knight,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
the Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.