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 Denmark and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lyon.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Motions to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
The United States of America,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Index,
Subhumans,
E-Dancer,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
cv313,
Leonard Cohen,
Vainqueur,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
Gang Starr,
Aloha Tigers,
Hashim,
Bang On A Can,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mary Jane Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Electric Prunes,
Bill Wells,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ponytail,
Unrelated Segments,
Maleditus Sound,
X-102,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Darondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Judy Mowatt,
The Litter,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Pantaleimon,
Make Up,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
Rapeman,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.