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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Talk Talk to the punk 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
The Trojans,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stiv Bators,
Don Cherry,
Ohio Players,
Qualms,
Quantec,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Darondo,
Kayak,
Scion,
Maurizio,
Wasted Youth,
Black Bananas,
Glambeats Corp.,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Invisible,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Curtis Mayfield,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ken Boothe,
Yellowson,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Ronan,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Technova,
The Blackbyrds,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Fortunes,
Radio Birdman,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Beau Brummels,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Foxx,
The Gories,
The Litter,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The American Breed,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
These Immortal Souls,
Marmalade,
The Black Dice,
48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective, 48th St. Collective.
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.