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 Jamaica and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
Scion,
The Durutti Column,
Albert Ayler,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Surgeon,
Spandau Ballet,
the Sonics,
Kayak,
Japan,
Second Layer,
Heaven 17,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Dead C,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Gang Dance,
Talk Talk,
Livin' Joy,
Max Romeo,
The Slits,
Tom Boy,
Das Ding,
Traffic Nightmare,
Michelle Simonal,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Public Enemy,
Tubeway Army,
Derrick May,
Eden Ahbez,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
OOIOO,
Fat Boys,
Sam Rivers,
DJ Sneak,
Lightning Bolt,
T. Rex,
kango's stein massive,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siglo XX,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.