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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Delta 5 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX 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?
Flipper,
The Mojo Men,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Schoolly D,
Reagan Youth,
Cal Tjader,
Chris & Cosey,
The Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
Talk Talk,
The Real Kids,
Hardrive,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
T. Rex,
Con Funk Shun,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Kevin Saunderson,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Audionom,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slackers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oneida,
Organ,
Funkadelic,
Davy DMX,
The Sound,
The Invisible,
Ultra Naté,
The Tremeloes,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
Circle Jerks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Simply Red,
Jesper Dahlback,
the Association,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jandek,
Drexciya,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.