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 Honduras and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fear to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Hot Snakes,
Ornette Coleman,
Gerry Rafferty,
Amazonics,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Newcleus,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
Groovy Waters,
DJ Style,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Fela Kuti,
Roxy Music,
Animal Collective,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Stetsasonic,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Nico,
Q65,
Parry Music,
The Sonics,
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Shuggie Otis,
The Divine Comedy,
Thee Headcoats,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Icehouse,
Blossom Toes,
Dual Sessions,
Y Pants,
Donald Byrd,
The Black Dice,
DNA,
Drexciya,
Graham Central Station,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Barclay James Harvest,
Judy Mowatt,
Half Japanese,
Al Stewart,
The Happenings,
Marine Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.