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 Ivory Coast and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 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 Warsaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pylon,
Dennis Brown,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Martian,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
The Last Poets,
R.M.O.,
The Real Kids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Oblivians,
Isaac Hayes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bobby Sherman,
Marvin Gaye,
Fela Kuti,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Skatalites,
Yusef Lateef,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lalo Schifrin,
Magazine,
Glenn Branca,
Interpol,
Pantytec,
Tears for Fears,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Main Source,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Ituana,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bad Manners,
Parry Music,
Scan 7,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Neu!,
The Monochrome Set,
Arcadia,
Dark Day,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.