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 Mozambique and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 FM Einheit to the dance 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
PIL,
Nik Kershaw,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Bob Dylan,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Howard Jones,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Monolake,
Section 25,
the Sonics,
Barry Ungar,
Gregory Isaacs,
Harmonia,
This Heat,
Derrick May,
Terry Callier,
Q65,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Suburban Knight,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Youth Brigade,
Porter Ricks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marcia Griffiths,
The J.B.'s,
Severed Heads,
Michelle Simonal,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Lakeside,
Spandau Ballet,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Andrew Hill,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harry Pussy,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.