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 Uzbekistan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Madrid.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Nico to the jazz 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Adolescents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Mojo Men,
The Techniques,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Associates,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Rundgren,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
Depeche Mode,
The Cramps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Crime,
Nils Olav,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marine Girls,
48th St. Collective,
Minnie Riperton,
Sex Pistols,
The Busters,
Sexual Harrassment,
8 Eyed Spy,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
The New Christs,
Alice Coltrane,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crooked Eye,
The Star Department,
Scratch Acid,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
Lightning Bolt,
Funky Four + One,
Tears for Fears,
Boredoms,
David Axelrod,
Roy Ayers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Chris Corsano,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Zero Boys,
KRS-One,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.