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 Germany and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Urselle,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Alton Ellis,
X-101,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Joey Negro,
Ken Boothe,
Royal Trux,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Modern Lovers,
Maurizio,
Camberwell Now,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Michelle Simonal,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Angels of Light,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
The Techniques,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Heaven 17,
U.S. Maple,
Masters at Work,
Radio Birdman,
Technova,
Echospace,
Gastr Del Sol,
Reagan Youth,
Accadde A,
DNA,
Easy Going,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amazonics,
Hoover,
Oblivians,
New Age Steppers,
Mission of Burma,
Liliput,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Zeros,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aloha Tigers,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flipper,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.