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 Iraq and from Philadelphia.
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 New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Barracudas to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Scott Walker,
Roxette,
The Associates,
John Lydon,
Judy Mowatt,
Mr. Review,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eli Mardock,
Minny Pops,
Iggy Pop,
Procol Harum,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Simply Red,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
Masters at Work,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Walker Brothers,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sonics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter & Gordon,
Camouflage,
Nas,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Sheep,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
Marine Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Gang Green,
the Germs,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Beau Brummels,
Index,
Jawbox,
Tomorrow,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
Soft Cell,
Los Fastidios,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.