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 Kuwait and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dawn Penn,
the Swans,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Public Enemy,
DNA,
The Fire Engines,
Qualms,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Vainqueur,
Piero Umiliani,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Neu!,
Visage,
The Selecter,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Scott Walker,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Malaria!,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Gastr Del Sol,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Fat Boys,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
Jeff Lynne,
Dave Gahan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Isaac Hayes,
Kaleidoscope,
The Doobie Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Bronski Beat,
the Germs,
Nirvana,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.