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 Tuvalu 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Mars to the jazz 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
Eden Ahbez,
The Kinks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
Ornette Coleman,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Barrington Levy,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Althea and Donna,
The Zeros,
Reagan Youth,
Grauzone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kas Product,
Gichy Dan,
H. Thieme,
Man Parrish,
The Searchers,
Dawn Penn,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare,
Bluetip,
Pierre Henry,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sällskapet,
the Normal,
Bobby Byrd,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Divine Comedy,
The Moody Blues,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
A Certain Ratio,
Laurel Aitken,
Negative Approach,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Skriet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.