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 Togo and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Funky Four + One to the punk 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
The Pretty Things,
The Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
The Techniques,
Intrusion,
Suburban Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Goldenarms,
Moby Grape,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Black Dice,
Glenn Branca,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Popol Vuh,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Simply Red,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Names,
Boogie Down Productions,
Curtis Mayfield,
Charles Mingus,
Dark Day,
Index,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Flipper,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
The Gladiators,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Cheater Slicks,
Kaleidoscope,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ornette Coleman,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Martian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The New Christs,
Scion,
Sparks,
Lyres,
Godley & Creme,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.