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 Marshall Islands and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Wolf Eyes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sällskapet,
Alphaville,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Oblivians,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ossler,
World's Most,
the Human League,
John Lydon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
China Crisis,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
The J.B.'s,
Nick Fraelich,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
Letta Mbulu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jerry's Kids,
Cybotron,
Mantronix,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Sam Rivers,
Animal Collective,
the Sonics,
The Neon Judgement,
ABC,
Flash Fearless,
Pantytec,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scion,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deakin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Subhumans,
Isaac Hayes,
Basic Channel,
Al Stewart,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Massinfluence,
Mo-Dettes,
Little Man,
Alton Ellis,
A Certain Ratio,
Mr. Review,
Piero Umiliani,
Fatback Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.