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 Korea North 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 organ 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 The Real Kids to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deadbeat,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Janne Schatter,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Audionom,
Cameo,
Bad Manners,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mark Hollis,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Flamin' Groovies,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
The Trojans,
Jacques Brel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mission of Burma,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Ludus,
Icehouse,
Rod Modell,
Hoover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Morten Harket,
the Slits,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
X-102,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Eli Mardock,
Can,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.