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 Chile and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the crunk 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Alton Ellis,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
DJ Style,
Kayak,
Monolake,
Lindisfarne,
Gang Green,
Harmonia,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
The Associates,
Tubeway Army,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Loose Ends,
Mantronix,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
The Count Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
The Mummies,
The Fortunes,
Black Bananas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Tomorrow,
Eden Ahbez,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vainqueur,
The Divine Comedy,
the Germs,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Cale,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.