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 Kenya and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Procol Harum to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Metal Thangz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Oneida,
Con Funk Shun,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
Jeff Mills,
Soft Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pantytec,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roxette,
Nation of Ulysses,
Brick,
Junior Murvin,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Morten Harket,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Technova,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Accadde A,
Scion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fortunes,
Fad Gadget,
Clear Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Massinfluence,
Oblivians,
Arcadia,
the Sonics,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.