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 Suriname and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nils Olav to the punk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
A Certain Ratio,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Mummies,
Junior Murvin,
Donny Hathaway,
Alphaville,
Mark Hollis,
Eli Mardock,
Wasted Youth,
Essential Logic,
Siglo XX,
The Searchers,
Public Enemy,
Soulsonic Force,
Mary Jane Girls,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scientists,
Crime,
Kas Product,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobby Byrd,
Animal Collective,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gang of Four,
Sam Rivers,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Tommy Roe,
The Doors,
Monolake,
The Cramps,
Vladislav Delay,
Sun City Girls,
Robert Görl,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Patti Smith,
Suicide,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Skaos,
Hot Snakes,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Grey Daturas,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.