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 Armenia and from London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 ABC to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Supertramp,
Amon Düül,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The New Christs,
Public Image Ltd.,
R.M.O.,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythm & Sound,
Little Man,
Tres Demented,
Infiniti,
Minutemen,
The United States of America,
Lalann,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Unrelated Segments,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sarah Menescal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Alison Limerick,
Smog,
Delta 5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marc Almond,
Essential Logic,
The Trojans,
Barrington Levy,
The Gladiators,
World's Most,
Lucky Dragons,
X-Ray Spex,
Harpers Bizarre,
Whodini,
Wings,
Kaleidoscope,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
The Blackbyrds,
Steve Hackett,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.