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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Supertramp to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All The Peanut Butter Conspiracy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Mars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Echospace,
FM Einheit,
H. Thieme,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Theoretical Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
Black Bananas,
James White and The Blacks,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Bowie,
Rapeman,
Icehouse,
the Human League,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Eddi Front,
Boredoms,
The Cramps,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Lungfish,
Roxy Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
Bobby Byrd,
The Selecter,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Guru Guru,
Public Enemy,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
Simply Red,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The J.B.'s,
Black Pus,
Reuben Wilson,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Lightning Bolt,
Von Mondo,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Joe Finger,
The Slackers,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.