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 Botswana and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Angry Samoans to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Livin' Joy,
Black Bananas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Gang Green,
Pere Ubu,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Quadrant,
The Associates,
Agent Orange,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dirtbombs,
John Cale,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Alton Ellis,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Zapp,
Black Pus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minutemen,
Slick Rick,
Porter Ricks,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
Freddie Wadling,
Cheater Slicks,
OOIOO,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pulsallama,
Robert Wyatt,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pussy Galore,
The Smiths,
The Walker Brothers,
Cymande,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Aswad,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Mark Hollis,
Rapeman,
Eurythmics,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
Angry Samoans,
Anakelly,
Piero Umiliani,
Excepter,
Television,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.