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 Nepal and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Chris Corsano to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
Dave Gahan,
JFA,
The Trojans,
Hoover,
Derrick Morgan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
AZ,
Khruangbin,
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
Second Layer,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jesper Dahlback,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Bronski Beat,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Das Ding,
Agitation Free,
Gang of Four,
Porter Ricks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
The Remains,
The Human League,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Q65,
Kayak,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eric Dolphy,
The Motions,
Interpol,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quadrant,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.