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 Mexico 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 T.S.O.L. to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Bauhaus,
Ponytail,
Joy Division,
the Association,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Television,
The Doobie Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Zapp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Suburban Knight,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Star Department,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Masters at Work,
Lindisfarne,
Franke,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Mojo Men,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lyres,
Sex Pistols,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Teasers,
Sandy B,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxette,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Unwound,
Ludus,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cybotron,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Aaron Thompson,
Yellowson,
Excepter,
Wasted Youth,
Parry Music,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.