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 Congo and from Halifax.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Kool Moe Dee to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 James White and The Blacks. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
PIL,
Black Flag,
Reagan Youth,
LL Cool J,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eurythmics,
Nico,
Henry Cow,
Blancmange,
Moby Grape,
Jeff Mills,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pulsallama,
Gichy Dan,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
Flash Fearless,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Deepchord,
The Human League,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Martian,
The Dave Clark Five,
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Byron Stingily,
Wally Richardson,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Kurtis Blow,
The Skatalites,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Normal,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Warsaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Ken Boothe,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Radiohead,
Crooked Eye,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count 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.