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 Romania and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 mellotron 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 The Human League to the dance 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Scott Walker,
Albert Ayler,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
The Gories,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Sound Behaviour,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Arab on Radar,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe,
David Axelrod,
Youth Brigade,
The Star Department,
Silicon Teens,
Au Pairs,
The Standells,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rufus Thomas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hardrive,
Aloha Tigers,
MC5,
Visage,
Andrew Hill,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Blancmange,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tim Buckley,
Blake Baxter,
Lightning Bolt,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Knickerbockers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Adolescents,
B.T. Express,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Count Five,
Althea and Donna,
Charles Mingus,
Ludus,
Donny Hathaway,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Beau Brummels,
Eric Dolphy,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.