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 Greece and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Holger Czukay 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 Parry Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James White and The Blacks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rod Modell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Fear,
In Retrospect,
This Heat,
Pole,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Morten Harket,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pagans,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
Brand Nubian,
Accadde A,
Excepter,
Los Fastidios,
Black Pus,
L. Decosne,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Robert Wyatt,
Swell Maps,
David Axelrod,
Lightning Bolt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Music Machine,
David McCallum,
ABC,
the Bar-Kays,
John Lydon,
Fad Gadget,
the Normal,
Roxy Music,
Hasil Adkins,
T.S.O.L.,
Fela Kuti,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.