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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Patti Smith to the dance 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Hoover 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
The Litter,
Eden Ahbez,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
John Foxx,
Letta Mbulu,
The Durutti Column,
Barry Ungar,
Isaac Hayes,
The Red Krayola,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
China Crisis,
Skriet,
Jerry's Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Tim Buckley,
Fugazi,
Marine Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Johnny Osbourne,
Japan,
Eric Dolphy,
Black Bananas,
Lower 48,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funky Four + One,
X-101,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
Ken Boothe,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
Barbara Tucker,
Warsaw,
Quantec,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Searchers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Maleditus Sound,
Echospace,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
The Gun Club,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül II,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.