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 Uganda and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 sitar 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 This Heat to the rock 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
The Moody Blues,
Lou Reed,
48th St. Collective,
The Beau Brummels,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Guru Guru,
Fluxion,
PIL,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
Public Image Ltd.,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Surgeon,
The Skatalites,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Au Pairs,
Black Moon,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
Easy Going,
Average White Band,
Television,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roger Hodgson,
Darondo,
Yaz,
Kas Product,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Goldenarms,
Marine Girls,
The Mojo Men,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Robert Hood,
Simply Red,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Real Kids,
Monolake,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
In Retrospect,
UT,
Yellowson,
Ronnie Foster,
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.