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 Cyprus and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Gun Club,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Bizarre Inc.,
Morten Harket,
One Last Wish,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Names,
Lou Christie,
Jacques Brel,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Suburban Knight,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Interpol,
Rakim,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Doobie Brothers,
Surgeon,
The Raincoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Yusef Lateef,
Camberwell Now,
Stereo Dub,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Lakeside,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Chrome,
Scan 7,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Marmalade,
Little Man,
Easy Going,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
The Toasters,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
The Count Five,
MDC,
Robert Görl,
Thee Headcoats,
Quando Quango,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Sheep,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.