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 Bahrain and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Dark Day 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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Vogues,
John Holt,
Television Personalities,
The Standells,
10cc,
K-Klass,
Nick Fraelich,
Visage,
Mo-Dettes,
Chrome,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Byrd,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gories,
Funky Four + One,
Quantec,
Malaria!,
Skarface,
Oblivians,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
Vainqueur,
Main Source,
The Neon Judgement,
Pierre Henry,
the Soft Cell,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Young Rascals,
Thee Headcoats,
Toni Rubio,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
Matthew Bourne,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.