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 Saudi Arabia 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Fad Gadget to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
the Normal,
the Sonics,
The Gun Club,
Blancmange,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
MC5,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Gang Green,
Wings,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
Index,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Supertramp,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Excepter,
New Order,
Yusef Lateef,
The Buckinghams,
The Gories,
Organ,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Dead C,
T.S.O.L.,
Sight & Sound,
Prince Buster,
Malaria!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Star Department,
Zero Boys,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Red Krayola,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
Roxette,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott Heron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Holt,
Tears for Fears,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.