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 Nicaragua and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 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 Japan to the techno 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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
The Neon Judgement,
The Electric Prunes,
The Move,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Interpol,
Sixth Finger,
Mad Mike,
The Moody Blues,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David Bowie,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Japan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New York Dolls,
Michelle Simonal,
The Flesh Eaters,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Mo-Dettes,
The Raincoats,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
The Human League,
Thee Headcoats,
Lucky Dragons,
Ronan,
Zapp,
Black Sheep,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
Roger Hodgson,
The Vogues,
China Crisis,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Funkadelic,
Q and Not U,
James White and The Blacks,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agent Orange,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
The Grass Roots,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.