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 Liechtenstein and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Josef K to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reagan Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick Morgan,
Ultravox,
The Gap Band,
The Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Dead C,
Tom Boy,
Sun Ra,
Bill Near,
Unwound,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Finger,
Ohio Players,
Crispian St. Peters,
Radiopuhelimet,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
The Buckinghams,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Bananas,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Fraelich,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Arcadia,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Halsall,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Robert Wyatt,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Accadde A,
48th St. Collective,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
The Mojo Men,
E-Dancer,
Ralphi Rosario,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visage,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Nico,
Wire,
Althea and Donna,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.