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 Sudan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mo-Dettes,
Yaz,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
Minor Threat,
The Modern Lovers,
Roger Hodgson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Crooked Eye,
U.S. Maple,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
The Durutti Column,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
The Red Krayola,
ABC,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roxette,
Sound Behaviour,
Robert Hood,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Joyce Sims,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Traffic Nightmare,
Letta Mbulu,
Crime,
Motorama,
T. Rex,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Juan Atkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
The United States of America,
Warsaw,
The Grass Roots,
Oblivians,
Marc Almond,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.