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 Bahamas and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Moss Icon to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joe Finger,
David McCallum,
Blancmange,
John Lydon,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Lynne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Khruangbin,
The Smiths,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The New Christs,
Cymande,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Minnie Riperton,
Steve Hackett,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Agent Orange,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Main Source,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
David Axelrod,
Letta Mbulu,
John Holt,
Buzzcocks,
Das Ding,
Ultra Naté,
Anakelly,
The Raincoats,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
Hashim,
Nils Olav,
Brass Construction,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
Big Daddy Kane,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Freddie Wadling,
Scion,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
The Kinks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Matthew Halsall,
Tomorrow,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.