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 Ecuador 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Fugazi,
John Foxx,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Reuben Wilson,
Flamin' Groovies,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Intrusion,
Q65,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Stooges,
Cameo,
The Electric Prunes,
Janne Schatter,
Judy Mowatt,
Suburban Knight,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
The American Breed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Magma,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
cv313,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
The Motions,
Whodini,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Nas,
Deakin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Tubeway Army,
The Black Dice,
Hardrive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
A Certain Ratio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Schoolly D,
Warren Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
Loose Ends,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.