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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 spring reverb 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the grime 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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Arab on Radar,
Johnny Osbourne,
Franke,
The Stooges,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
The American Breed,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kenny Larkin,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skriet,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
The Young Rascals,
Scan 7,
Nik Kershaw,
Anakelly,
Chris & Cosey,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronnie Foster,
Intrusion,
Half Japanese,
Guru Guru,
Altered Images,
Heaven 17,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
The Saints,
Moby Grape,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Audionom,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
The Doobie Brothers,
Al Stewart,
Los Fastidios,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Von Mondo,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ice-T,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.