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 Kiribati and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin 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 Peter and Kerry to the dance 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
David Axelrod,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Scrapy,
Hasil Adkins,
Swell Maps,
Ronnie Foster,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
ABBA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quantec,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
John Foxx,
Pere Ubu,
Basic Channel,
Jerry's Kids,
Moebius,
The Moody Blues,
The Human League,
Magma,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minutemen,
Spoonie Gee,
Fatback Band,
One Last Wish,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Knickerbockers,
The Techniques,
Davy DMX,
The Fugs,
Country Teasers,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Qualms,
Eden Ahbez,
Fugazi,
Drexciya,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
Josef K,
Motorama,
Harry Pussy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
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You don't know what you really want.
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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.