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 Austria and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 arpeggiator 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 Susan Cadogan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
Yazoo,
Outsiders,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gregory Isaacs,
T. Rex,
In Retrospect,
Smog,
The Gories,
Q65,
ABC,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Bobby Byrd,
The Techniques,
Skarface,
The Slits,
Tres Demented,
Bluetip,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Make Up,
Hasil Adkins,
The Moleskins,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Maleditus Sound,
Quando Quango,
Boogie Down Productions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Nico,
Audionom,
Talk Talk,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Soulsonic Force,
Bush Tetras,
Public Image Ltd.,
Andrew Hill,
The Index,
U.S. Maple,
Steve Hackett,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Slackers,
Unwound,
Intrusion,
The Martian,
Gong,
the Bar-Kays,
cv313,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.