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 Namibia and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Urselle to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Jeff Mills,
Fad Gadget,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Can,
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Make Up,
The Buckinghams,
CMW,
The Index,
Subhumans,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
R.M.O.,
Royal Trux,
MDC,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Barbara Tucker,
The Moody Blues,
Sister Nancy,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
Q and Not U,
Au Pairs,
Colin Newman,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
The Red Krayola,
Bobby Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Intrusion,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Roxy Music,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Easy Going,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sound,
Thee Headcoats,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Erykah Badu,
Rekid,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.