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 Azerbaijan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Albert Ayler to the crunk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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?
Mark Hollis,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Litter,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pole,
Glenn Branca,
the Fania All-Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter and Kerry,
Brand Nubian,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
The Monks,
Kayak,
Bill Wells,
Country Teasers,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Moss Icon,
Scratch Acid,
Nas,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Letta Mbulu,
Parry Music,
Monks,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Divine Comedy,
The Angels of Light,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
F. McDonald,
The Last Poets,
Gang of Four,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Bar-Kays,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Jeff Lynne,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cymande,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Ken Boothe,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantytec,
The Wake,
David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum, David McCallum.
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.