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 Venezuela and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Hoover to the crunk 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Basic Channel,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ten City,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The Blues Magoos,
David Axelrod,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Yellowson,
T. Rex,
Lalo Schifrin,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Guru Guru,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Amon Düül II,
Bluetip,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Technova,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
Japan,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
The Walker Brothers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Maurizio,
Severed Heads,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Machine,
The Cowsills,
Tropical Tobacco,
Minny Pops,
Yazoo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Martian,
Wasted Youth,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
The Leaves,
The Fortunes,
Joe Smooth,
Lower 48,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.