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 Slovenia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Copenhagen.
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 mellotron 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 The Slackers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
Archie Shepp,
The Evens,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
The Gun Club,
Main Source,
Rod Modell,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Mr. Review,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Das Ding,
Howard Jones,
Wally Richardson,
Livin' Joy,
The Monochrome Set,
The Wake,
The Gladiators,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Ultra Naté,
Avey Tare,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Alison Limerick,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Pretty Things,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fad Gadget,
Yazoo,
Depeche Mode,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.