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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Modern Lovers to the rock 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nik Kershaw,
Maleditus Sound,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
Tubeway Army,
The Litter,
Second Layer,
David Bowie,
The Raincoats,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Youth Brigade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boz Scaggs,
Man Parrish,
Japan,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
the Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Starr,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker,
Dawn Penn,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Mills,
Liliput,
John Coltrane,
Porter Ricks,
The Fortunes,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Tom Boy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Q65,
The Busters,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Infiniti,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Frankie Knuckles,
One Last Wish,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.