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 Spain and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Basic Channel to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685,
Brand Nubian,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Underground Resistance,
The Moody Blues,
The Blues Magoos,
Guru Guru,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Mad Mike,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bad Manners,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Liliput,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brick,
Sun Ra,
The Fall,
Ohio Players,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Outsiders,
The Grass Roots,
Dave Gahan,
Letta Mbulu,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
Adolescents,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Funky Four + One,
Black Sheep,
Aswad,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Porter Ricks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Jacques Brel,
Black Flag,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Darondo,
The Smiths,
Al Stewart,
Tubeway Army,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.