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 United States and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Offenders to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
The Beau Brummels,
Skarface,
June of 44,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Jeru the Damaja,
DNA,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cymande,
Q65,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Ossler,
Patti Smith,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tom Boy,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Black Dice,
Wire,
Buzzcocks,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grey Daturas,
Lalo Schifrin,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
the Slits,
Severed Heads,
Graham Central Station,
Minor Threat,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Shuggie Otis,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
The Kinks,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Five Americans,
Joyce Sims,
the Swans,
Fela Kuti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Searchers,
Negative Approach,
Ohio Players,
Gang Green,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.