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 Benin and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord 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 The Leaves to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Rosa Yemen,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sun City Girls,
cv313,
The Wake,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Iggy Pop,
R.M.O.,
Panda Bear,
Sound Behaviour,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sandy B,
Ituana,
The Monks,
Television,
H. Thieme,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Los Fastidios,
The Star Department,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Suicide,
Mars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fatback Band,
Public Enemy,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Thompson Twins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marvin Gaye,
Whodini,
Tubeway Army,
Outsiders,
the Human League,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Man Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Skatalites,
Godley & Creme,
Drexciya,
Gerry Rafferty,
Chris Corsano,
The Pretty Things,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Aaron Thompson,
Negative Approach,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.