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 Jamaica and from Halifax.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar 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?
New York Dolls,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
H. Thieme,
Harry Pussy,
Mantronix,
These Immortal Souls,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Busters,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Bill Near,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eurythmics,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
DJ Style,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sex Pistols,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed,
Supertramp,
Hashim,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango,
Jacques Brel,
Chris & Cosey,
The Selecter,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Ultravox,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Das Ding,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sound,
Isaac Hayes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Bob Dylan,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.