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 Lesotho and from Glasgow.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Marvin Gaye to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlback,
U.S. Maple,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Pylon,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Erykah Badu,
Harmonia,
Franke,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stockholm Monsters,
D'Angelo,
Crime,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Litter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Soft Cell,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Freddie Wadling,
Y Pants,
Silicon Teens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Qualms,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Alton Ellis,
The Residents,
Wings,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Golliwogs,
a-ha,
Suicide,
UT,
David McCallum,
Reagan Youth,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Stooges,
The Electric Prunes,
Angry Samoans,
The Selecter,
The Buckinghams,
Peter & Gordon,
Audionom,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.