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 Madagascar and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Shanghai.
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 linndrum 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 This Heat 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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Blancmange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Barry Ungar,
Sight & Sound,
Mandrill,
Cymande,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
Dual Sessions,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Silicon Teens,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sister Nancy,
Dead Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül II,
R.M.O.,
Davy DMX,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
Jacob Miller,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Mary Jane Girls,
LL Cool J,
Dark Day,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Coltrane,
La Düsseldorf,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Pylon,
Todd Rundgren,
Rites of Spring,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Radiohead,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Swans,
Yellowson,
The Doors,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.