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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sexual Harrassment to the disco 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
E-Dancer,
World's Most,
AZ,
Donald Byrd,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marvin Gaye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Rites of Spring,
Ice-T,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Mantronix,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gerry Rafferty,
Schoolly D,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Cure,
Aloha Tigers,
Brand Nubian,
Symarip,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Circle Jerks,
Japan,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Eli Mardock,
Urselle,
Shoche,
Altered Images,
The Electric Prunes,
Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Dark Day,
Fatback Band,
10cc,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Wire,
Peter & Gordon,
Faraquet,
Scrapy,
Goldenarms,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.