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 Nigeria and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Heaven 17 to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Harpers Bizarre,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wasted Youth,
Loose Ends,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
The Tremeloes,
The Misunderstood,
Vladislav Delay,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Hutcherson,
D'Angelo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Whodini,
Hashim,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Chris Corsano,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Inner City,
The Durutti Column,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The Stooges,
Ossler,
EPMD,
Yaz,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Chris & Cosey,
the Sonics,
Lalo Schifrin,
Derrick May,
Gang Starr,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Black Sheep,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
Jeff Lynne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Gichy Dan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scrapy,
The Toasters,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.