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 Moldova and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 L. Decosne to the grime 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Clear Light,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra,
Warsaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
Audionom,
Rekid,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soul II Soul,
Sällskapet,
Supertramp,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Judy Mowatt,
Neu!,
Gang of Four,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Motions,
Average White Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Swell Maps,
T. Rex,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Rotary Connection,
Can,
Technova,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scion,
Todd Terry,
The Invisible,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Style,
Bauhaus,
Magma,
The Index,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Kevin Saunderson,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.