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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Aaron Thompson to the jazz 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
World's Most,
E-Dancer,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chrome,
Yaz,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blues Magoos,
Yazoo,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
Outsiders,
LL Cool J,
Agent Orange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultravox,
The Young Rascals,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Gang Green,
Quando Quango,
The Pop Group,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Dark Day,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Dave Gahan,
Nas,
Technova,
The Golliwogs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
Soft Cell,
Sällskapet,
Con Funk Shun,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Steve Hackett,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Ossler,
Can,
Rites of Spring,
Jacob Miller,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Masters at Work,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Patti Smith,
Camouflage,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.