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 Greece and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Lindisfarne to the punk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Circle Jerks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
Quantec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
The United States of America,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
The Names,
Eden Ahbez,
Stetsasonic,
Ronnie Foster,
The Techniques,
Junior Murvin,
Metal Thangz,
Sun City Girls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rites of Spring,
Mr. Review,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Procol Harum,
Fatback Band,
Infiniti,
Stiv Bators,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
Soulsonic Force,
This Heat,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
One Last Wish,
the Association,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television,
Zapp,
Radiohead,
The Index,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.