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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Beijing.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare 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 Urselle to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every La Düsseldorf 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scan 7,
Outsiders,
The Leaves,
Chris Corsano,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Alison Limerick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eden Ahbez,
Wire,
DJ Style,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
Vainqueur,
The Moleskins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Kurtis Blow,
Groovy Waters,
ABC,
The Names,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Minny Pops,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
Yaz,
Junior Murvin,
Skarface,
T.S.O.L.,
Prince Buster,
Brand Nubian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sandy B,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warsaw,
Arab on Radar,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gang of Four,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.