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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool Moe Dee 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Happenings,
Mary Jane Girls,
Whodini,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott Heron,
Patti Smith,
Unwound,
Dual Sessions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pantytec,
Prince Buster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
Marc Almond,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Main Source,
ABBA,
Tom Boy,
Susan Cadogan,
Saccharine Trust,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deepchord,
One Last Wish,
Depeche Mode,
Tommy Roe,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Can,
Bobby Womack,
Crime,
The Misunderstood,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four,
Tim Buckley,
Ken Boothe,
Country Teasers,
Connie Case,
X-102,
Bill Near,
Excepter,
Dark Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Letta Mbulu,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.