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 Cameroon and from Accra.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Monochrome Set,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joyce Sims,
Kurtis Blow,
Dawn Penn,
John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Monolake,
The Divine Comedy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thompson Twins,
Basic Channel,
Tom Boy,
Steve Hackett,
ABBA,
Clear Light,
Stetsasonic,
Moss Icon,
The Standells,
Quadrant,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Los Fastidios,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
F. McDonald,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare,
The Seeds,
Index,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Altered Images,
Rekid,
The Beau Brummels,
Duran Duran,
Faust,
Simply Red,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric Copeland,
The Modern Lovers,
10cc,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Gong,
Zero Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.