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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Grass Roots to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
X-101,
Maurizio,
Mad Mike,
Harmonia,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Parrish,
Grey Daturas,
Audionom,
CMW,
Fela Kuti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dual Sessions,
James White and The Blacks,
Organ,
Todd Terry,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Johnny Clarke,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Darondo,
Franke,
Unwound,
Harry Pussy,
Dawn Penn,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gap Band,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
The Blues Magoos,
Procol Harum,
A Certain Ratio,
Archie Shepp,
The Selecter,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Fire Engines,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Gong,
Byron Stingily,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Marvin Gaye,
Underground Resistance,
Blake Baxter,
The Detroit Cobras,
Camberwell Now,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.