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 Iran and from Columbus.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Milan.
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 clarinet 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Intrusion,
The Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
Simply Red,
Brick,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sarah Menescal,
Nico,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Urselle,
The Fire Engines,
JFA,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Curtis Mayfield,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minnie Riperton,
Isaac Hayes,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MDC,
The Searchers,
Deakin,
Gang Starr,
Loose Ends,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Buckinghams,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
New Age Steppers,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Shoche,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultravox,
Babytalk,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.