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 Belize and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 rhodes 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 Stereo Dub to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Monolake,
Index,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Cameo,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sparks,
Flash Fearless,
Jesper Dahlback,
Terry Callier,
Black Sheep,
Maurizio,
Pagans,
Hot Snakes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Fugazi,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Agitation Free,
cv313,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Bluetip,
Grandmaster Flash,
Faraquet,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Whodini,
Mark Hollis,
Byron Stingily,
Los Fastidios,
Franke,
The Star Department,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sarah Menescal,
New York Dolls,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Human League,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.