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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Sandy B to the jazz 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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Basic Channel,
Kaleidoscope,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Spoonie Gee,
Blancmange,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
The Red Krayola,
Ohio Players,
Arab on Radar,
Mark Hollis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Gabor Szabo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Panda Bear,
Little Man,
Banda Bassotti,
Jeff Mills,
Funky Four + One,
Neu!,
The Happenings,
The Slackers,
Popol Vuh,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Normal,
Jandek,
Ossler,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Certain Ratio,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Black Dice,
Black Moon,
Tres Demented,
Scan 7,
Cheater Slicks,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Joy Division,
Prince Buster,
Soul II Soul,
Aaron Thompson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cal Tjader,
Silicon Teens,
Country Teasers,
Make Up,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.