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 Saudi Arabia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Alphaville,
The Doors,
Derrick Morgan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Fad Gadget,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Can,
Adolescents,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Suburban Knight,
Bad Manners,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Animal Collective,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sexual Harrassment,
Brand Nubian,
Harmonia,
Lower 48,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Blues Magoos,
David Bowie,
Rosa Yemen,
The Pretty Things,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Tommy Roe,
UT,
Glenn Branca,
Tubeway Army,
The Martian,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tropical Tobacco,
MDC,
Average White Band,
The Skatalites,
Robert Görl,
The Stooges,
Stiv Bators,
Thompson Twins,
Alison Limerick,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
DJ Sneak,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.