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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 La Düsseldorf to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Neu!,
Leonard Cohen,
Gong,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
MDC,
Rakim,
Moebius,
Peter and Kerry,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Lalo Schifrin,
Arab on Radar,
the Germs,
Accadde A,
Howard Jones,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rufus Thomas,
Shoche,
Alton Ellis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Radiohead,
B.T. Express,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
The Dave Clark Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Nirvana,
The Invisible,
The Evens,
Arcadia,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Simply Red,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drexciya,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Mars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scion,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Anakelly,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.