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 Indonesia and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fatback Band to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Television Personalities,
The Gories,
Marine Girls,
Leonard Cohen,
Dave Gahan,
John Foxx,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Max Romeo,
Letta Mbulu,
Fela Kuti,
Sixth Finger,
Henry Cow,
The Happenings,
Yaz,
H. Thieme,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Josef K,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Sun Ra,
Frankie Knuckles,
Byron Stingily,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Bob Dylan,
David Bowie,
Mandrill,
Glenn Branca,
June of 44,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Franke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
The Divine Comedy,
Amon Düül,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Deadbeat,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Bar-Kays,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Massinfluence,
China Crisis,
PIL,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.