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 Portugal and from Lille.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 The Music Machine to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
The Residents,
The Dave Clark Five,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harry Pussy,
Los Fastidios,
Judy Mowatt,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
New Order,
the Bar-Kays,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Lindisfarne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Vogues,
Black Sheep,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hoover,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Theoretical Girls,
Bad Manners,
Todd Rundgren,
The Young Rascals,
Brass Construction,
Derrick May,
Symarip,
Morten Harket,
The Velvet Underground,
Eve St. Jones,
Iggy Pop,
Warsaw,
Y Pants,
Jacob Miller,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Idris Muhammad,
The Music Machine,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Misunderstood,
Index,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Zeros,
Josef K,
Simply Red,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Average White Band,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
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.