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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the guitar 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 Bush Tetras to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kevin Saunderson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Stiv Bators,
Toni Rubio,
Gong,
Camberwell Now,
Gastr Del Sol,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ultra Naté,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mantronix,
Josef K,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Angels of Light,
H. Thieme,
Spoonie Gee,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sugar Minott,
Black Pus,
The Blackbyrds,
Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hoover,
The Standells,
Blake Baxter,
Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Leonard Cohen,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
T. Rex,
China Crisis,
Flash Fearless,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Ultravox,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Aloha Tigers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Half Japanese,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.