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 Barbados and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 John Coltrane to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim 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?
Lakeside,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter and Kerry,
Pierre Henry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cramps,
Delta 5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pantytec,
Ituana,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Robert Hood,
The Durutti Column,
Ludus,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fatback Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scott Walker,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Guru Guru,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mantronix,
Erasure,
Bobby Womack,
The Monks,
Connie Case,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television,
Max Romeo,
The Searchers,
David Bowie,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agent Orange,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.