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 Niger and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Zero Boys to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Mo-Dettes,
Roger Hodgson,
Average White Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
LL Cool J,
The Misunderstood,
Altered Images,
the Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
10cc,
Organ,
Unwound,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
the Soft Cell,
Second Layer,
Aaron Thompson,
Hoover,
Soft Cell,
The Doobie Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
Sex Pistols,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Liliput,
The Monks,
the Association,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Moleskins,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
X-101,
Cluster,
This Heat,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pole,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
Suicide,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.