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 Turkmenistan and from Jakarta.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 harpsichord 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 a-ha to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Nils Olav tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hoover,
Sparks,
Ohio Players,
the Sonics,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The New Christs,
Dead Boys,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Wire,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aural Exciters,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
Graham Central Station,
Severed Heads,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Searchers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
DJ Style,
The Evens,
Q and Not U,
Eli Mardock,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marmalade,
10cc,
Joey Negro,
Althea and Donna,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Masters at Work,
Bizarre Inc.,
Wings,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cybotron,
The Fuzztones,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Germs,
Massinfluence,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Slits,
Neu!,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Pantytec,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.